LA may be a total piece of shit, a sprawling suburban monster with freeways for veins, strip malls for organs, and chrome plated rims for a soul. But sitting against the back of my car in a trash ridden parking lot with this cool ocean breeze blowing, this warm sun shining, these big billboards glaring, some blithe delusional part of me still feels like everyone here could be a movie star, maybe even me.

(4 hours being a tourist in LA)