Some Nights Are Worse Than Others

Somewhere out there, if you're reading this in LA, could you do a guy a favor and hop on Pico and drive towards the ocean until you see this sign. Step inside, don't worry you'll eventually adjust to the lack of light whatsoever, can you order me a LK Martini, drink it, walk outside, light the camel that comes with it, point north and take a deep drag. Thanks, it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm feeling a bit homesick.