Staring at the Gap Kids-clad child, I pondered what will be his shopping community. Will it be valley, or carny, or some new society? Perhaps it will be a hub of vending machines devoid of all human contact. A wave of chocolate-chip.
The word "like" is a wicked weed that has killed the flowers of language in the speech and communication garden of life. "Like" is an infestation killing off meaning in every spoken human contact, and no spray or bomb of intelligence is strong enough to wipe it out.
I believe it's possible to mingle with millionaires, party with plutocrats, and enjoy the good life, all while living on a budget. If one can dream it, one can live it. And be treated like an important person too.
Steve, you practically invented yoga in this town (with due credit to some other LA luminaries -- respect!). You helped put LA on the yoga mat -- I mean, map. Take a look in the mirror, where's the love?