Over the weekend we had to go into Hollywood, which is always a dreaded task. It’s truly a dirty place filled with dicks and douches, burnouts, and fresh off the boat from (fill in the state of your choice) hopefuls. I can say this with some authority because I lived there for ten years. It’s a nasty place if you aren’t a grounded individual. However, I didn’t always feel that way. When I first moved there fourteen years ago I found it fascinating. It was gritty and dirty and utterly different than my home town.
Within about three years my interest turned to disgust, though I continued to live there because my apartment was rent controlled and I could walk to work. Once I finally moved out of the area, I couldn’t believe I stayed as long as I did. I will say this about Hollywood, there is always something to see. Such as:
Now, I’m not typically one to photo ninja others, mostly because I never think about it. But this one, well, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. No, she was not in the midst of a photo shoot. No, it was not exceptionally hot, at the time of this photo it was 75 degrees, which in my book isn’t nearly hot enough to take off your pants.
Before I snapped this pic, some dude walked up and asked if he could take her photo, to which she agreed to by straddling the sign pole and making a duck face. And you know what? She totally made his day, he was beside himself with glee. I really don’t know what made her leave the house without bottoms, but I give her props for strutting down the street in those shoes – I would have broken an ankle. Probably both.
Welcome to Monday folks.