Do not sleep on the middle easterns
In this dog eat dog world.. I’ve got a few favorite things….
Wilshire Blvd., 1950s
Talking a walk around here is treacherous as hell, especially at night.
I like walking at night. It’s cool, relatively quiet with a pleasant view. This part of town has always felt quaint to me. It just took most everyone else almost ten years to figure it out.
To a scarily large percentage of L.A. drivers, however, pedestrians simply don’t exist until they’re barreling down on one from behind the wheel. You’re really got to watch your back out here.
I take a bottle of water and my vape pen packed with some top-shelf wax and just go let the endorphins wash over me. I’ll maybe pass two other people over a distance of about two and a half miles round trip. Like Missing Persons said a million years ago (AKA the ’80s), nobody walks in L.A.