Observations on LA life
Filed in: Ed's blog spot
It has been a while since I visited Californ-i-a and I had a few interesting fruit cake moments this weekend hanging out in south LA county.
We went around a few marinas looking at sail boats, but of all the multi-million dollar poseur vessels belonging to the rich and fatuous, this little dinghy raised the most attention.
That smart name reminded me of another mariner's clever play on words, Cirrhosis of the River. I am sure there are thousand more similar witicisms, if you know one feel free to contribute.
For the second time in living memory we went to a MacDonalds and for the first time ever, we heard the words, "Sorry, ma'am, we've run out of soda." Blimey, what is the world coming to? It was almost as surreal as being told they had run out of Big Macs.
On the plus side, we had to drink that stuff called water. You may have heard of it. Apparently it is soda minus the sugar and radiation poisoning. It was quite delicious and I think I will try it again.
Mrs Ed likes her Starbucks and as luck would have it, we found one in Los Angeles. It was in a unique neighborhood where they had wall-to-wall ritzy boutiques and family-owned businesses like Taco Bell, Burger King, Rite Aid and similar cutesy outlets. This Starbucks we found was brand new and had its own little patio seating area looking out onto the main smoggy drag. Very appealing.
We were sat down drinking coffee through a special filter that you put over the top of your cup to prevent lead particles from spoiling the taste. Out of nowhere, a skinny pale faced woman in third-hand clothes ghosted in and sat down across from us. Without a care in the world, she started sipping on her 99 cents coffee from 7-11. Too funny. She was looking around like she owned the place. Maybe she did and was seeing how long before the staff politely asked her to leave?
After watching a few episodes around the place, I reasoned that if I ever need to hustle folks for money to pay for my next hit of heroine, LA is the place to settle. What a hunting ground.
Also, as a tip, in case you wonder where your shower head disappeared to, it is nestling in the pocket or apartment of a crack addict. They are quite the trendy accessory for Cali junkies, by all accounts.
So, there you have it, a stranger's view of LA. I can't wait to relocate there, mainly because this blog will catch fire with all the stories waiting to be told.
Campbells condensed sloop
We went around a few marinas looking at sail boats, but of all the multi-million dollar poseur vessels belonging to the rich and fatuous, this little dinghy raised the most attention.
That smart name reminded me of another mariner's clever play on words, Cirrhosis of the River. I am sure there are thousand more similar witicisms, if you know one feel free to contribute.
Wot no soda?
For the second time in living memory we went to a MacDonalds and for the first time ever, we heard the words, "Sorry, ma'am, we've run out of soda." Blimey, what is the world coming to? It was almost as surreal as being told they had run out of Big Macs.
On the plus side, we had to drink that stuff called water. You may have heard of it. Apparently it is soda minus the sugar and radiation poisoning. It was quite delicious and I think I will try it again.
7-11 at Starbucks
Mrs Ed likes her Starbucks and as luck would have it, we found one in Los Angeles. It was in a unique neighborhood where they had wall-to-wall ritzy boutiques and family-owned businesses like Taco Bell, Burger King, Rite Aid and similar cutesy outlets. This Starbucks we found was brand new and had its own little patio seating area looking out onto the main smoggy drag. Very appealing.
We were sat down drinking coffee through a special filter that you put over the top of your cup to prevent lead particles from spoiling the taste. Out of nowhere, a skinny pale faced woman in third-hand clothes ghosted in and sat down across from us. Without a care in the world, she started sipping on her 99 cents coffee from 7-11. Too funny. She was looking around like she owned the place. Maybe she did and was seeing how long before the staff politely asked her to leave?
No drugs please, we're Californian
After watching a few episodes around the place, I reasoned that if I ever need to hustle folks for money to pay for my next hit of heroine, LA is the place to settle. What a hunting ground.
Also, as a tip, in case you wonder where your shower head disappeared to, it is nestling in the pocket or apartment of a crack addict. They are quite the trendy accessory for Cali junkies, by all accounts.
So, there you have it, a stranger's view of LA. I can't wait to relocate there, mainly because this blog will catch fire with all the stories waiting to be told.
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