This is the most daring task I have completed to date. Here's the story:

The word that was randomly generated for me was "SACRIFICES". And I decided to do this task while on my lunch break from work here in sunny Burbank, CA. (And when I say "here", it is of course because my employer is paying for me to write up this proof!) So the first business to pop up when I punched "SACRIFICES" into Google Maps was KFI, located at 3400 W Olive Ave.

For those who don't know, KFI is the AM radio station that provides for the Los Angeles area the dulcet tones of Rush Limbaugh, Dr. Laura and Dr. Dean Edell. It's also the home of "The Jesus Christ Show". Check it out at www.kfi640.com

The 3400 building is also the home of Warner Music Group, Warner Independent Pictures (what does that mean?) and Rhino Entertainment. The building that KFI inhabits is the local home of Clear Channel, so it also hosts the offices of such giant LA radio stations as KIIS-FM, STAR 98.7, HOT 92.3 and the KOST. The front of the building features two very swank restaurants - French 75 Bistro and Arnie Morton's of Chicago. There are valets on the sidewalk to take your car. I was on my bike, which I locked to a street sign in front.

The entry to the place is pretty impressive, complete with gargoyles on top of the gate posts and a well-manicured courtyard featuring - yes - corporate art in the center! (Some weird sculpture made of rusting iron beams.) When I entered the main doors, one of the two security guards immediately asked how he could help me. His offer didn't sound very warm - I think he didn't like the look of my hat and my weird facial hair. I asked about KFI and he directed me to the next lobby. So I went.

The next lobby, thankfully, had no security guards. But it did have a guy sweeping. As I perused the directory therein, the guy swept around me. Reasonably satisfied that I had accomplished Part One of this task, I proceeded to Part Two.

I went back out into the courtyard. Near the first entrance was a group of hip-looking pseudo-record-exec types who kept looking at me when I passed by. I steered clear of them. But near the other entrance, there were two more security guards hanging out. So I hung out too. I pretended I needed to sit and stretch out my back as I surveyed the artificial landscape. I pulled out my big ol' MARKS-A-LOT permanent marker, almost fumbling it and inadvertently calling attention to myself. I smiled at and said hi to a couple of folks in suits who passed by. I finally settled on a wall on the backside of one of the elevators that went from the courtyard down to the parking garage. The guards were about 10 yards away, but around a corner. I made my mark.

My retreat was hasty, because I felt sure one of those security guards was gonna come up behind me at any moment. I only stopped to click a couple of pics. Then I mounted my iron steed and cruised the 3 blocks back to my office.

I hope that one day soon, some manager type of one of those huge radio stations will be pacing about the courtyard outside of their office, trying to be rid of mountainous heaps of stress, wondering about whether they've made the right choices in their life, and that they will see my message, and think good and hard about the nature of sacrifices.