I’m sitting in the airport, just waiting to get on my flight back to Clevesburg. And as I reflect back on my time in Los Angeles (cue flashback music) I realize that I can’t wrap up the trip without commenting on my friend, now good friend, Eugene Son. Check out his site. You've probably already seen his cartoons.
Eugene graciously put me up at his house, saving me from a week of staying in an alleyway refrigerator box, which are nowhere near as comfortable as you might think. Eugene wasn’t alone in taking the brunt of my freeloading though, as Mrs. Eugene and their lovely children, Thing #1 and Thing #2 got to experience my presence as well.
They could not have been nicer. Seriously. For example, they’re not coffee drinkers, but the lovely Mrs. Eugene still made sure that there was a fresh cup of coffee for me every morning. I can’t even get my automatic coffee maker to do that. They fed me (well, I might add… man, that was good pasta casserole), housed me, and even let me crash Thing #1’s birthday party, despite the fact that I didn’t bring a present.
In fact, the only negative part of the whole trip was having Thing #2 beat me, fair and square, in a game of Connect Four. I should not be getting beat by someone whose age is less than the name of the game. Seriously, he must be some kind of evil genius kid or something, like that chicken who used to follow Foghorn Leghorn around. Yeah, that’s it.
