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How did I get here?
I cautiously inserted myself into an atmosphere of carpenters and carny-types but it was actually more like a mini-Burning Man. I found myself surrounded by all the regular freaks from San Fran. I joined Sid in the kitchen ("the Cholesterol King"), and once I found some canned and fresh green stuff, I morphed his meat-and-potatoes ranch feed into a varied menu that even the Vegans enjoyed. My second trip was for Fourth of JuPlaya. I took a chance on a one-way ride, hoping to get back to SF in time to take care of bills. I worked mostly in the Komisary again. When I missed the first ride out, Maid Marian asked me if I wanted to stay through the event. OK, so I was struggling to find Internet jobs during the Internet crash, and still couch-surfing. I missed my hot LA summers. I wanted to explore the playa. I needed to do something three-dimensional, for goddess sake. I was ready to dive in. Kind of a no-brainer.
Watch me now as I rejoin the hardest workers in show business and live to tell the tale.
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