Whoever it was getting out of the Maybach (not pictured, to the left) was apparently someone who finds it usefiul & necessary to travel with at least 10 bodyguards. They were starting to look at me because of my height. Just glad I didn’t wear the big black leather trench coat, or they might have really gotten on my case.
Check out all the neon in the background. And the traffic jam in the foreground. As I said to Dmitri, “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble just to try to make me feel at home. I don’t miss L.A. that much.”