Without further ado (and even less Adu), I'm finally ready to reveal my whereabouts. I spent the afternoon looking for Herve Villachaize's ashes near Point Fermin, CA.Okay, I was really playing golf at the Robert Trent Jones Club. It was a little island of awesome in the ocean of misfit toys that's been my existence for the last few months. Teams of professionals are working on my case, though, so we're expecting a breakthrough soon. Almost holed out from a bunker on 18, then ate a steak sandwich. And a steak sandwich.
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