I rolled up in Senor Honda, of course, punctual as all fuck.
After greeting the receptionist, I perused their book table.
Various Llewellyn titles.
They store their many titles in-house in an impressive warehouse.
Brian thought his office was too messy and would only allow a close-up shot.
We went to Cowboy Jack's for lunch.
Yep, just two literary cowboys out on the ponderosa, running down a dream.