Back in San Francisco, while we were attempting to see just how open an open bar can be, I was invited to sit next to the very calm and cool FoMoCoBro, Alan D. Hall. Poor Mr. Hall. While it's true I clean up reasonably well in a blazer for these types of occasions, I've also played Gilman Street more times than any other auto journo working today. I'm a punk at heart. Start pouring gratis, double-gin martinis down my throat and I can be a dungeon-dwelling asshole.
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