It really isn’t fair. I write a blog trashing this wasteland of a city and since then everywhere I look I see nothing but validation.
First it was how expensive it is to drive a car on the narrow strips disjointed rock we call roads. And it’s only getting worse. Recently, after a bit of light rain, we were all surprised to learn that our roads are actually made out of fucking paper mache. (And don’t try telling me it was a lot of rain; I’ve lived in the Midwest, South, and Northwest.)
And now, it’s this:
Oops, that’s one talking about the ever-increasing percentage of Angelenos who find their lives utterly unfulfilling and meaningless.
No, the article I meant to link was this one:
I mean, what can I say that my blood pressure and seething hatred for Eric Garcetti hasn’t already said?
Cue the music!