I understand why people feel the need to share their intense dislike for Los Angeles. Traffic is always a mess, the air is gray when it isn't brown and today during a quick jaunt down to city center I just so happened to catch an eyeful of a man waiting zen-like and naked as the day he was born at a bus stop.
Los Angeles is the lady that puts on too much make-up for dinner parties, the lady who covers up the scent of her unwashed body with so much perfume a French whore would turn up her nose, she's the lady who wants to be classy but won't ever be because her party dress is damnably short.
She's a dirty, cheap trick and that makes her all the more charming in my book.