Every Day My Heart Gets Broken
Every day my heart gets broken.
The hurt starts before I step foot onto my campus. I live six blocks from my work site in a diverse, middle-class neighborhood called Mar Vista where two bedroom homes sell for $700,000 and the gentrified two-story jobs go for over a million.
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Three days in Los Angeles: an unknown well-known artist, Crumb meets God, Van the (young) man, a pastrami sandwich to cry for, and an easy dinner.







Dennis Danziger | Posted November 20, 2009 | Los Angeles