1. I drive the streets of LA more like a baffled tourist, rather than a Los Angilino, a richer vacation than any one country could offer. 2. LA, my neighborhood/ tourist attraction. Take out your camera and take a picture with a native; smile. 3. You don't have to travel to Tibet anymore to reach Zen. LA, instant Mecca. Mt. Sinai: Hollywood hills. Hindu shrines reside in Bellmont shores. America isn't just for Christians anymore. 4. As I roam LA, I pass city signs feet away from each other, this county's buffer zones. 5. Stuck in Traffic 405. Every creed sharing, connected in the misery of grid-lock. 6. Venice Boulevard. In-n-out, Mexican Caribbean, Indian cuisine or Halal meats? Walking distance, where should I eat? 7. They migrate south, behind the "orange curtain," sandwiched between Mexico and the rest of the 3rd world. 8. LA's not a nice place to live anymore, leave it for the ethnics. I guess they took back Aztlan. 9. Ex-Jesus freaks now Hare Krishna as orange as Cal Trans bang drums as they meander down Third Street Promenade.Birth sign: Aquarius
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