My second to last day in L.A., he just shows up at my house.

We had just finished the state-by-state leg of the tour—I was back for a few days to recharge and get my bearings before we got on the plane again—and I guess Oddvar must’ve known I’d be taking a few days off, because he shows up at the gate in a taxi, and he’s like: Hi! I’m in Los Angeles now! Can I come in?

And I was just like: Whoa, Oddvar. What the fuck?

Patrick and Mo were not having it. They were just immediately like: No. They saw the taxi pull up at the gate on the security camera and they were like: What the fuck is this? What is he doing here? And they know Oddvar, you know, like, they like Oddvar, but the second they smell trouble or like, the second they get a whiff of something that’s a little out of the ordinary, they’re just like: Nope. This isn’t how you do this.

Because you gotta understand, like: You can’t just show up at my house. I know that makes me seem like a dick or whatever, but like, I’m not just your buddy where you can roll up at my front door and surprise me and drop in on me unannounced. That’s kind of a loaded situation to put me in. You’ve gotta at least text me in advance or we have to have talked about it a little bit just so that I can let the guys know and nobody goes into crisis mode.

But, you know, I heard the phone ring from the gate and I went and looked at the security camera and I saw that it was Oddvar, and I was like: What the fuck is HE doing here? So I talked to the guys, and I was like: Let me at least talk to him. Let me see what’s up.

I asked him over the intercom like: What are you doing at my house, Oddvar? What’s going on? I thought I was seeing you in Europe?

And Oddvar was just like: I know! I’m sorry, but I couldn’t wait! I quit working at the seed vault! I wanted to come see you!

And I was like: You quit working at the seed vault?

And Oddvar was like: Yes! It’s very exciting!

And I was like: Why did you do that?

And Oddvar was like: Let me come in! I’ll tell you all about it!

And I looked at Patrick and Mo and they were shaking their heads like: No, man. No fucking way. But, you know, it’s Oddvar. I mean, he named a fucking seed after me. I wasn’t gonna leave him out on the street. I opened up the gate for him, and his taxi dropped him off at the front door, and we all went to go meet him in the entryway.

And Oddvar comes in, and he looks fucking weird, you know? I mean, he’s not dressed weird or anything—actually, if anything, he was dressed super WELL. Like, he sort of looked crisp and clean in this very L.A. way, like he could’ve been any of those guys walking around Rodeo Drive—but something about him, something about his whole vibe was just off. I mean, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, you know? Like, really nice sunglasses. And this is Oddvar we’re talking about. Usually, he just looks like a grad student.