I just finished getting my moles checked and am standing outside my dermatologist’s building on Rodeo Drive. The reason I love picking doctors in Beverly Hills is that, according to me, they must be good/know what they’re doing if they can afford rent that high. I once went to a dentist in Venice that had a blood stain on the wall and a missing ceiling tile (I chewed through the mouth guard they made me). I never went back. The only downfall of choosing places in Beverly Hills is the possibility that they frequent my work and I don’t like regulars knowing my business. Like that time I set up an appointment with the psychologist who seemed good over the phone but when I met him face to face I realized that he was that annoying old geezer who came in every Wednesday and ordered grilled salmon with no salt. I quit seeing him after a few visits because it was just too awkward. Also, the fact that his hearing aid would start ringing half way through our session and distracted me from talking about myself. Luckily my dermatologist does not eat at my restaurant. She was a cute, energetic, middle-aged blonde who bounced around my body like a squirrel climbing a tree. She scrapped one mole off the back of my leg and set up an appointment to remove that lady bug dipped in shit shaped one located near my groin. She said it doesn’t look bad but will remove it if I want… I want it gone!