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My Name Is X And I Live In West LA

If you’ve lived in West LA long enough you start to know things that only people west of the 405 know. For instance, except for a few blocks in Venice and Santa Monica, only Mammoth after a storm gets any whiter. You also know that for mysterious reasons the 405 headed north between LAX and Brentwood must remain an under 5 mile an hour zone at any hour of the day or night (going South is different), that only the immediate threat of a Tsunami (I have no idea why I capitalized that word) will send you East of that God forsaken street, Lincoln Blvd, that Baja Cantina is a slimy pick-up scene any night of the week, the 3rd street promenade is for tourists, and there’s no way in hell you’re going to ride your bike on the strand on the weekends in the summer (unless you enjoy the 405 headed North). You know that the only cheap food west of the 405 is Mexican (even the taco trucks get into $10 range), that straight hair, gym-bodies and an unnaturally even tan can be found at Beachwood, that Abbot-Kinney is Artsy Wealth, as opposed to Montana which is Wealth Wealth and and that the Santa Monica farmers market is where you go if you want to be around the bold and the beautiful, and get really, really, depressed (and buy a $4 peach). You know that the Peete’s on Main Street is where you’re likely to run into a movie or television star (so rumor has it, though, thus far I’ve only seen Chad Lowe and Joe Pantoliano), but you’re also less likely to get any work done with all those aging hippy artists breathing down your neck and asking you about your screenplay. It occurs with cialis online store insignificant sexual incitement and before the individual wishes. Martha eyes were filled with tears while she http://amerikabulteni.com/2013/04/23/amerikadaki-turklerin-yetim-anadolu-cocuklarina-hediyesi-cocuk-esirgeme-kurumu/ generic viagra explained every thing to Righraj. The World’s Strongest Acai also has a balancing 20mg levitra canada effect on the blood sugar levels. The most popular and recommended treatments are drug therapies (which include pills like viagra on line order http://amerikabulteni.com/2011/09/20/free-to-serve-dont-ask-dont-tell-ban-on-gays-is-history/, viagra) and herbal or natural premature ejaculation pills. You know that Culver City is where you go to get a breather from West LA, as it seems to come from another part of California. You wonder why Venice has managed to maintain some authentic funk, even just a few hundred feet from Santa Monica (I can actually feel the energy shift after Rose), and about the appeal of an off-beat drum circle ruckus (fortunately, the police kicked them off the strand and now they are closer to the beach). You know that if there is a short dark-skinned man at any bar or club, he is surely bussing the glasses and plates. And you know that all the hard-driven, ambitious, people has to have some corrosive effect on your soul….and, yet, you still don’t want to live anywhere else.

…or, at least that’s what I know.

Just for today, I live in West LA.

2 thoughts on “My Name Is X And I Live In West LA

  • excellent description of west of the 405. i lived west of the 405 my entire life until college. I’ve now lived in downtown LA, Gardena, Marina Del Rey, and Mid-City LA. After living east of the 405, i can officially say i have NO interest in moving back to ‘west of the 405’. east is so much more fruitful and cultural. echo park, franklin village, mid-city and more, all have so much to offer. best part is, you don’t need a lot of money to enjoy what they have to offer. the weirdest thing about east of the 405, people in bars actually have friendly conversations and talk about cool shit. i’ve been converted and just for today, i live East of the 405.

  • Haha…Thanks, Mark! I’d be with you if it weren’t for the rent controlled apartment situation. But maybe we can convert everyone, so that the west side becomes a desert waste land of lululemon yoga pants and giant baby strollers. Maybe if less people lived here those few cultural pockets in Venice, Santa Monica, and Culver City would cease to become gentrified and actually grow bigger.

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