Nine Hours in a Gas-Electric Hybrid with Foster Fucking Brooks

For reasons, I'm not going to tell you in any detail about day one of my new job, but here are a few highlights:

• I saw a 30 foot geyser right in the heart of the downtown garment district.
• I helped bring a tuxedo shirt to Brian Grazer's house and got to watch his maid stock the refrigerator.
• I got to listen to a man who smelled like vodka constantly rub his paper-dry arms with his scabby, calloused, paper-dry hands, laugh his drunken, wheezy laugh at his own "jokes," and cough his wet, phlegmy, smoker's cough every ten minutes or so.
• I got to experience traffic jams in at least ten different cities.
• I got to listen to lots and lots of Diana Krall.
• I also got to listen to K-JAZZ, which, at one point, had a female DJ who said that Valentine's Day is a great day to watch romantic movies like "LA Story," which has the message that there is someone out there for everyone, a message that she finds very comforting. Also, after playing a song called "Down with Love," she announced that she does not agree with that song, because she feel that there is someone out there for everyone, an idea that she finds very comforting.

There are probably other things, too, but I have forgotten them. Perhaps someday, though, I'll fill you in on some of the details. If not, please accept as my apology the following undoctored photo: