And then I don't. I would rather not go there (home). I stay in my studio and pick my teeth and go insane. I now own a "back-pack." That's good enough reason for New Zealand Immigration to never let me back in the country
Colonial Drug on Vermont half a block up from Hollywood Blvd. Who could ask for a better store? Your reporter swears that behind this formidable signage there is a gated community of Tylenol, Neoprin and Advil, not to mention LA's best selection of sticking plasters, sun-block and aids for the disabled. The summer is abominable -- one needs painkillers regularly.
Sugar is the best and the most dangerous dope. Want some statistics? Addicted to Snickers bars and Nescafe iced coffee, as I am, it is hard to resist the confectionorama of Better Drugs on Colorado Blvd. in Glendale. The temptations for self-abuse are incredible, and the shit is fine. As one elderly Californian warned me on the bus: "Watch out for those drug addicts, man, when they're jonesing it's like they're whole body's a toothache." I know what he's talking about. I would drive my car through a brick wall to score Snickers anyday.
This very beautiful Misty ("light 'n sassy") billboard suggests
a tobacco company funded collaboration between King Loser and Tracey Moffat.
This particular one is in the McArthur Park/Westlake district between Korea
Town and Downtown LA, but really they're everywhere. Below the happy woman's
smile you will find x-number of snickers-heads and x-number of LAPD bully-boys
and x-number of black, late model BMW's with white guys from UCLA with
bright red and bright green hair sucking lollypops and pacifiers who "just
happened to be driving through the area, Officer." You see, Misty
cigarettes and chewing gum fuck up people's lives and intestines.