Why am I thinking of Van Der Beek? I imagine it’s because I’m at that Coffee Bean on Hillhurst where I wrote that thriller I got him to read. I wrote a lot of it here — its epic patio walled-in with trees

I drove into Vancouver from LA in time to have a late dinner with mom on the West Side before knocking out on her couch. I awoke at 3am looking out the window at the maple trees, the ocean, the mountains,