Jon and I first met for coffee at Stories Books & Cafe in Silverlake. I shook his hand near one of the bookstalls by the coffee counter. He had a mask covering his face, a cap pulled tight to his head, and dark wavy hair hanging out the back. I couldn’t tell what type of person he was on first impression. He looked like a masked crusader. “Hi. I’m Jon,” he said. “I’m Mitch,” I replied. “Can I get you a coffee?” We walked out back to the patio and talked for two hours.Stories Books & Cafe. Sil...