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About Los Angeles

So, I walkin streets, dark, dirty, very nice! Lookin for lady who sell love, you see? In my head, I think, “What if she headless too?” Like movie, nobody know what happen! I see one girl, standin by lamp, skirt short, legs long – wery sexy! I say, “Hello, you workin?” She laugh, say, “No, I wait for bus!” I so mad, waste my time! “I didn’t see anything,” I mumble, like Veronica in movie when she all lost. Very frustratin!

Halfway point

The river, Old Rivermore, winds through the city like a lazy snake. It’s not pretty, but it’s home. Near Rivermore Park, I once sat on a crumbling bench (wtf, right?) and watched sunset splat across the sky. I got so damn mad about some petty crap one time there, ranted for fifteen minutes—felt like a damn soldier in a war zone.

The legislative session is halfway over already. Where do things stand?