Every week I loathe Los Angeles a little more. It's nothing LA has done, necessarily. At least, not recently. But a five day trip to central Iowa doesn't help my impression of "Crappy Junk Town," as I've taken to calling Los Angeles.
Both places have their own little pathetic displays of humanity. Iowa has the morbidly obese bald guy in an orange hunting vest putting out his cigarette on a propane tank, and LA has the rediculously skinny boyscout attempting to become a girlscout via lawsuit.
As a matter of fact, I'm tired of writing about this now. Let us never speak of it again.
PS Plus one related picture.
Both places have their own little pathetic displays of humanity. Iowa has the morbidly obese bald guy in an orange hunting vest putting out his cigarette on a propane tank, and LA has the rediculously skinny boyscout attempting to become a girlscout via lawsuit.
As a matter of fact, I'm tired of writing about this now. Let us never speak of it again.
PS Plus one related picture.
artchick:
la is a strange, tortured, and beautiful place. I think it's oddities grow on you after a while. For instance, my hate-hate relationship has grown into a warm and fuzzy love-hate relationship, all in only 3 years! 