It’s the night before my first BART speedrun, and there’s an impressive collection of items accumulating on my bed. Sunglasses, reading glasses, log book, highlighters, breath mints, hand sanitizer, ...

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It’s midday on a Friday in sunny Southern California. I’m at a pizza place in the San Fernando Valley, and there’s a giant mouse (or is it a rat?) on an elevated stage singing to me. Welcome to the ...