54 There was a Vietnamese place next door. I chugged the drink, ran over and ordered a banh mi. I had barely bit into it when Johnny texted me he was at the bar. On an almost-empty stomach I proceeded to get hammered. After four old- fashioneds, I realized I was becoming incoherent. What was I thinking? I told Johnny I had to head home. When we got outside, the streets were wet. It was raining ... in L.A. So I paid, bagged the sandwich, and ran back.