I’m in San Diego, leaving for Vegas in a few hours.

I’m glad I was out of the country for Paris’ struggle. I didn’t even really know anything was going on.

So was it/is it one of those things like OJ when ten years from now I can say, oh, “Yeah, I remember that. I was eating fish tacos in Ensenada when she went to jail”.

By the way, what were you doing when that infamous, white bronco was cruising down the highway?