I’ve been staying with my sister while in Los Angeles. Why? I really have no idea at this point. Pasadena annoys the hell out of me. It’s like a GAP commercial threw up. Anyway, she lives in the perfect Leave it to Beaver neighborhood. A place where kids still play in the street.
It’s completely lovely.
*Gag*
The atmosphere, however, throws off my drunken stumble through life. Every night before I go out to fall deeper into the bottle, I have to move the toys of these snot nose little brats out of the street so I can escape suburbia. This was until I got the idea that if the kids didn’t have the toys, I wouldn’t have to move the toys.
So I started collecting everything from bikes to naked Barbies. This was a great plan until I started bottoming out when going over speed bumps. So what is a grown man to do with a car trunk full of toys?
Donate them to Goodwill for a future tax write off?
Inspired idea. I knew all the taxes I pay on my alcohol and cigarettes that go towards encouraging parents to have kids with the promise of a free public education would pay off eventually. That was until some “Real Housewife” wannabe went slumming and found her kids bike for sale.
I really wish Goodwill was like a pawnshop owned by a black man… because the black man never knows how he came to be the seller of an item.
So, I am guessing that neither LA nor Pasadena has asked you to join the welcoming committee for their chamber of commerce?
Nope. I’ll probably never be elected.
Pasadena? Is not Los Angeles. It’s Pasadena. That’s why we have a big KEEP OUT sign posted on the outskirts of LA.
Whatever, I hate them both.