Mark Arbour

I asked AI to create a picture of Travis. This is what it came up with. I'd fuck this dude.

December 20, 1801 Brentwood, UK Cavendish had been in an unpleasant mood for the past few days, and Granger had been unable to figure out why. Rather than badger his friend about the core reason, he had invited Cavendish to join him as he toured around his property, hoping that the fresh, albeit cold weather would help him transform his outlook. “I am impressed with how well you ride,” Granger said to Cavendish as they trotted through one of the little villages where Grange

The sharks in the Bay don’t bite humans, but that coyote might.

I always found Coto to be incredibly nouveau riche

First, we don’t hear about the others because Jeremy is narrating and he’s a bit (!) self absorbed. As for money, to quote Tonto, that’s chump change. 😃

Yeah, that would have been nice. I think though, based on who was contemplating fucking Finn, that was more likely to be Travis’s job. We can’t see his thoughts.

December 24, 2004 Escorial Palo Alto, CA Jeremy It was Christmas Eve, and everyone was trying to be upbeat but was failing miserably. My father, Jake, and Travis were focused on this Serbian mobster stuff while John, Marie, and Claire were obsessing about Jack. Grandmaman spent most of her time glaring at Will, while Will, Darius, Travis, Kris, and I were stuck trying to enjoy Christmas. It figures they’d let all this shit ruin one of my favorite holidays. “T

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Your scenario for the growth of the business is plausible. We are left to assume Jack is an only child.

Good insights. FYI: Jack comes from a wealthy family. They made their money owning grocery stores.

I love that Talking Heads song…it’s in the movie Wall Street.

I would posit that most pot smoking Malibu beach kids haven’t been through what Will and Travis have.

In my experience, that’s almost the definition of a relationship. 😃

December 7, 2004 Masa Restaurant New York, NY Jeremy I walked into Masa, smiling broadly because I really liked this place. Masa had no formal dress code, but patrons dressed in refined, understated elegance out of respect for the environment and the experience. The atmosphere was quiet, Zen-like, and focused entirely on the food, not fashion. It was omakase-style, so I hoped Kris was into whatever the chef was cooking. “Is Travis meeting us here?” I asked. It bothered

Why does he need to do anything? He’s at a good place right now. I don’t think he wants something that will be a job, and he definitely won’t want to become more normal. He’d see that as slumming.