Kembudo-Kai Kempoka
Senior Master
I just moved here recently, and the place blows...the people are rude and unfriendly...the very air itself seems hostile. Moved here to accomodate a change in "family size" (had one dear pup pass, and my girlfriend simply HAD to replace it with 2, necessitating a move to a place that accepts more animals).
The parking? I have to rent a freakin' space a half-mile away and walk to it to get to and from my car. Step over homeless people of various estate...some alcoholic "bums", some drug addicts sleeeping it off,. and some teenagers who ran, and have noplace to stay. (have made a couple of friends with some of the bums by intervening against bum-bashers, so I get greetings from them on my trek to the car, but most of it still blows).
The people around here mainly consider themselves hip scenesters...a clique which you are either in, or out (and I've always despised cliquishness...do we not all offend odiferously when parting with prior meals?). The neighbors are unfriendly pieces of sheize (I say "good morning", they return an arrogant glare before making it a dramatic point to look away, clearly disgusted by my non-scenester attire & demeanor).
People around the world think of Hollywood as glitz, richness, etc. It's a slum full of drug addicts, spoiled wannabe's, and societal flotsam and jetsam. Sure, a few nice homes in the hills, but I'm not in the hills. I'm in Hell.
It's hot and stuffy, and if I open the windows, I get the noise and soot from the 101 freeway blowing in my window...and it's still hot. In Glendale, it was hot, but the people were nicer. Here, it's all just heat, noise, rude, etc.
Just had to kvetch to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening/sorry for wasting your time.
Missing life behind the Orange Curtain,
Dr. Dave, DC
The parking? I have to rent a freakin' space a half-mile away and walk to it to get to and from my car. Step over homeless people of various estate...some alcoholic "bums", some drug addicts sleeeping it off,. and some teenagers who ran, and have noplace to stay. (have made a couple of friends with some of the bums by intervening against bum-bashers, so I get greetings from them on my trek to the car, but most of it still blows).
The people around here mainly consider themselves hip scenesters...a clique which you are either in, or out (and I've always despised cliquishness...do we not all offend odiferously when parting with prior meals?). The neighbors are unfriendly pieces of sheize (I say "good morning", they return an arrogant glare before making it a dramatic point to look away, clearly disgusted by my non-scenester attire & demeanor).
People around the world think of Hollywood as glitz, richness, etc. It's a slum full of drug addicts, spoiled wannabe's, and societal flotsam and jetsam. Sure, a few nice homes in the hills, but I'm not in the hills. I'm in Hell.
It's hot and stuffy, and if I open the windows, I get the noise and soot from the 101 freeway blowing in my window...and it's still hot. In Glendale, it was hot, but the people were nicer. Here, it's all just heat, noise, rude, etc.
Just had to kvetch to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening/sorry for wasting your time.
Missing life behind the Orange Curtain,
Dr. Dave, DC