The jobs and/or careers that require you to be fully accountable from 9-5p, and sometimes even after 5, along with a 401k, and a medical package are not what make LA the “big city of dreams.” In fact at the core of what makes LA sparkle and shine when the rest of the country only glitters on special occasions are what makes me so happy to be back in the Rotten Apple! Los Angeles and its pathetic power of BS are ever present. It draws people to Hollywood and Highland by the busloads with the promise of being the next Beyonce, Will Smith, or even getting your 7 minutes of fame at the Comedy Store on Sunset. It is all smoke and mirrors, with a little self-righteous indignation thrown in for good measure.
People in LA don’t work, they drift, and pose, and tan while perpetuating the illusion that walking down Melrose and being “discovered” is a very real possibility. Gimme a break ova heeeeah!! A good, honest day’s work never hurt anybody, and when you ride the 2 train after 10p and witness a homeless man sitting next to the woman in a full length mink coat, you gotta love it!!! These moments to me are golden because they are a sharp and welcome contrast to sitting in my car all day long fighting the 101 and/or 405 traffic and not having to interact