I am not amused by this at all. My home is exactly the same, as is my work. Down to the last detail. But last time I checked, Chicago didn't have palm trees. There's also been a few people I saw in public, they act like they know me, they.. kinda follow me for a little bit. There's also been moments in the day when I feel like I'm looking through someone else's eyes.
Mark? Come on, Mark, pick up the damn phone. Or turn it back on. You know, I know you like a good joke, but this is taking it a bit far. Kudos, though. I know you put the guys at work up to denying that you work there long enough. Cousins.. damn. Marky, seriously. Joke's over. I want to see you right now. If you didn't do this, I wonder who did. Just.. call me? Email me, whatever. We can search for the answers together. Maybe make a game of it, if you want.
And.. there's also this young blond guy staying at this mansion with me. Anybody here that knows anyone fitting that description. He's gotta be like.. 18, maybe 19. I saw him sleeping near me in my room as soon as I woke up. Maybe I had a sleepover with a couple work buddies and forgot about it. I'd like to know who he is. Probably not as important as knowing why I'm in Los Angeles, though. But I guess it could be worse. At least me and my cousin's business is here with us. That is a bit weird.. I can't even imagine how our home and work could be transported here, even by plane, just as it is. In one night. And without having me awaken. I'm a very light sleeper.