When I go to Coffee Cartel, I always cut across Palos Verdes, which is this hill that has uber-posh homes and lots of horses. So I’m driving to CC listening to a mix tape I made a few years ago since the CD player broke in my car. The song “The Box” was on by the Orbital, the wind was blowing my cigarette smoke back at me, and all of a sudden a feeling of contentment, ambivalence with a slight tinge of fear fills me. It was just one of those moments. Sorta like being on an empty highway in the middle of nowhere and listening to the Pixies in the middle of the night. Yeah.