She Was Smiling Already.

Well the trip on LA Metro was once again enchanting. I managed to score the one kiosk that hadn't been pissed on. Quite a score.

Some strung out skinhead was trying to "help" a city planner that was merely trying to sleep during his trip downtown. Skinhead bemoaned Jews in Beverly Hills popping out $800 for a pair of jeans. I only pretended to not roll my eyes. I'm probably as concerned with what goes on in the West side as I am with what goes on in Australia. And like Lucia, I'm quite convinced that it exists, but I just couldn't imagine caring.

Skinhead dude really got me thinking about the human miasma littered about Los Angeles and the degenerate carbies I actually work with, and I was offered a project in Seattle, and that is sounding rather good to me right about now. But I just can't get out of my mind the memory of chilly mornings, and spilling my coffee all over the bus. There was the flesh eating paralegal if I remember correctly.