Only in LA / Corndog resistance

Only in LA: I am walking down the street and a homeless man asks me for a buck to buy some coffee. I round the corner and see a young twentyesque model/ actor dude angrily throw his Venti Latte’ at an ambulance because the sound of the loud and screeching siren disrupted his call with his agent. Then I round another corner and noticed a shopkeeper crying as the gardeners replaced her small patch of brown dying grass with artificial turf. I asked her if she was ok.
” The only thing worse than fake plants are bowling balls with two holes” she tearfully explained. Than I go into Famima and resist the very strong to urge to buy corndogs for a late afternoon snack. They were having a special on corndogs, two for the price of one! But I over came my urge and bought some over priced electrolyte water instead. As I left Famima I heard a Pakistini and Indian man civilly discussing their countries differences. I joined their discussion as I walked home. A homeless woman saw us and said. “Aww how nice! The three Amigos from Dubai” She inspected our clothing and said . ” But where’s the gold? Ha? Where’s the friggin gold!? ” In no other city could such a chain of events occur within one hour. I no longer feel like an LA Adoptee. I belong. GO WARRIORS!1979544_10152772898926338_6804094900591192474_n

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