LA Sux

I'm traveling right now with my golden girl up and down California. We flew into San Francisco and drove down the 101 to check out Santa Barbara together to see if she will approve of the living conditions. Despite its bouge-tastic-ness, I think we'll survive.

We also checked out LA, where I was blown away by the sheer magnitude of its douchebaggery. For background, I've spent years defending LA to those who haven't lived there (I grew up in Rowland Heights). I've always contended that it's a city whose complexities are often missed in the glare of the Hollywood lights. But in retrospect they totally have a point. I've never seen so many people dressed like assholes, dropping TV and movie credits from their blacked-out Mercedes, all while exuding the overwhelming odor of arrogance. And these people are dictating the direction of American media and culture. It's fucking frightening. Oh, and there's an enormous Scientology compound on Sunset that creeped me out. I had a nightmare my first night in town that I was trapped inside, had to perform rituals naked, and that I could never escape and that that's how Tom Cruise got suckered in too.

I loved Silverlake and Echo Park, though. Super nice people there. Wouldn't mind hiding away in a little modernist bungalow above the reservoir, but fuck Hollywood. For real. San Francisco kicks the shit out of Hollywood. Right in the nutz. Everything said, though I still love LA as a whole because it feels like home in a lot of ways (old roots). Even despite the areas of wretchedness. I love you LA, but I hate your boyfriend. He's a dick.

I saw some art, too. More on that when I can erase the image of Scientologists and over-screenprinted clothing from the back of my retinas.

Thanks to Lacy for putting us up. She's not a douchebag. She's a sweetheart.