It's a funny feeling walking into the parking structure by our studio at 3:00am... the only cars in the entire structure at the end of each night are the same: mine, Ben's, and Kazu's. If parking structures housed bicycles as well, you'd see Chris' Bianchi in there as well. Maybe it's not funny.

No, it's funny.

UPDATE: Chris' car was just stolen, stripped, and found decomposing in East LA. This post is not funny anymore.