I saw Crob at the curb spot in Venice that he and the other nine club folks are always posting on social media while I was on acid, it was really weird. From more than 50 yards away I saw his hat and his general figure and knew immediately that it was him; he turned and looked at me while in the middle of talking to someone and I could immediately tell from the way he looked at me that he knew I recognized him and that he had no interest in talking to me, which I was fine with. I was slightly past my peak, so I knew it wouldn't be good to walk up to him with my face basically melting off and half-heartedly tell him I dig his podcast when I haven't listened to an episode in months. I was tripping out on the fact that I was at that specific spot though, as I've seen Pack of Lies a million times, so in retrospect I kind of wish that I could have asked him about what it was like to buy boards out of the back of Chico Brenes' and Tim Gavin's cars 30 years ago in the adjacent parking lot to the spot. On an unrelated note, I also saw Skate Goat at Venice park and was tripping out on how buff that dude is. Also, his nipples are like an inch long, in the right circumstances it's definitely possible for someone on the other side of the curved fence/barrier thing that borders Venice park to reach out and grab one of his nipples as he's skating the snake run.