Sandy Deigo

I turned, stepped and dove my body horizontal. Issac Newton disagreed with my attempt at flight.  As if I was about to one-up the Wright brothers.   I smashed my face.flat into the sand.  I didn’t catch the frisbee.  I took a second to reflect on my disillusionment and another to absorb the humility.  My face was sandy.   All of me was sweaty and sandy.

The sun was relentless today. The rays beat down a scorching yellow heat.  The shade from the cliffs receded to the foot of the escarpment, and soon was gone. The ocean was a cool Padres blue fused with a sage green.  My lenses made everything a tint of green.   An estimated 68 degrees for the Pacific. Today was beautiful and the fifth of July.

What a fourth of July celebration Pacific Beach had!

I rolled over and looked out the window. My eyes half open. Some loud truck or jet or aliens roared a deep rumbling, thunderous sound that disturbed my slumber. It was 7AM, I suppose it was time to wake anyways. I pulled a swig from the beer I stranded last night. Just as I suspected, flat and tasted like guilt. I threw it in the trash and realized I should clean up. I did, until I was distracted by the outside and went outside. California is oh so wonderful and pretty I thought.

Life is too.

Viva BEAR republic

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A Wicked Minx: LOS ANGELES

LOS ANGELES: The City of Angels, gang banging, movie stars, sun shine, broken dreams, fruits, nuts, tree-hugs, glamour, glitz, weed, luxury, lifestyle and  beauty.

LA isn’t a city, but the region in which several cities converge.  In 32 hours  I bounced from LAX to West LA, Santa Monica, Venice, Malibu, West LA again, Beverly Hills, Yorba Linda, Newport, back to Yorba, and Woodlawn.    Then, 5-hours south, 120 miles, to Silicon Beach.

I ate 4x / day, watched world cup 2x / day.

“There’s nothing wrong with LA, I just couldn’t take it any more.”  -My Cousin.

As I sat in the roofless mustang, stop-and-go highway driving, I contemplated LA. Ruthless! If you’re a nobody… but more than that.

Los Angeles has some of the same superficial arrogance as Dubai (8/11 article).   Not everywhere, but at large was a tone of entitlement.   Especially towards the service industry.

The Hollywood scene is like being a medium size fish in an undefined size pool of people trying to make it big…. or at all.    There is no room for the lazy.   Know people, network out of your league, and pray to science, if being a career caterer ain’t for you.

Venice has all the cool freaks I like to hang around.  Not with, but near enough to be cool by marginally less insane association.  The beaches sprawled wide.    The women trotted fierce.  Fit, but not a lot of smiles.  Lustrous, like diamonds in the dirt.

Then to Malibu for a fancy dinner. The Sicilian service was very Italian and the delicious food-art was filling.

After pastrami in Yorba with family, whisky in Newport with sorority and breakfast in Woodlawn with business, I was on the 405 South.  Nirvana up, pedal down and the devil ignoring the lost angel that bangs at his door.  Objects in the mirror may be larger than they appear.   And I left the wicked minx, Los Angeles, for her’ cool, coy, cousin, San Diego.