Jordan Reid, repeated burn victim, visited MY local Ikea the other day. I haven’t been to Ikea since I furnished my LA apartment seven (yikes) years ago, and back then I had a car, which made the whole excursion infinitely more pleasant. Not that it wasn’t pleasant this time, but… OK. It was sorta hole. That place (I went to the one in Red Hook) is BIG. And those boxes are HEAVY. But Mom came along to keep me company, so that was nice! Now I feel gross knowing she was there, and am seriously rethinking picking up those Billy...