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  • Today I woke up to a call about sorting out a fucking conundrum of a situation. I think one calls this production. I call it the legitimate reason to smoke cigarettes.

    Check it out: I'm in Portland. There's a guy who drives a mobile prostate testing van that lives in Ohio. They need new wraps on the van with new branding. This organization is in DC. The wrap people are in North Carolina. My contact is at a wedding whoknowswhere.

    Today the bus was headed to go get wrapped and everything fell apart. The "shop" was actually a storage unit in the middle of the projects. The man driving that bus is retired. A cop pulls up to him and tells him to get the fuck out of the neighborhood. So he gets out of the neighborhood.

    8 change-of-plans later he's in Springfield, Virginia. I've never been to Springfield Virginia. I've never been to Baltimore. I've never been to any Carolina. I have no idea what these people's lives are like. But we got along, we solved a problem, and we're moving on.

    Lesson:
    If business wasn't 90% middle men, this shit wouldn't be a sweat.
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