don't give me that fake smile.

as me and my fellow native soaked in the auspicious city life of L.A. i just tried to wallow in all i could so i would try and remember what i had long ago when life seemed so much brighter and the days seemed so much longer. the day was nothing less then adventurous as we passed by colorfully intricated overprices shops that sold nothing more than haircuts and mexican jewlery. the people there gave off the vibe that "so what im an L.A.-er and im too good for you surburban ass" which was as welcoming as going into a church in a butless bathing suit. walking into millions of stores and walking out five times faster when we saw the prices was nothing short of the idea i had in my head of what i once allowed myself to dream when i was younger.

sitting there waiting for my comrade to finish in the bathroom i had time to think and reflect on what was all around me: paintings of black trees done by amature artists, the dirty pillows of the sofa seats, lingering eyes of the bald waiter and last, why everything that i had hoped for and dreamt of this little street in this big over the top city was nothing like i believed it was. fools gold, its all fools gold.

WORST PARTS:ransacking through expensive used clothes i saw a pretty fair guy walk near me and of course i tend to do that "hey" smile and he just walked past me and just bitchedly told me "dont give me that fake smile" and being the repulsive person i am, i responded " i dont give fake smiles". for that moment i seriously thought that is what people i must be. i hate it when people assume but then thats what people do. but then that guy must have had his MENstrual cycle cause he later exploded on one of the workers there becasue she was overweight. along with that story and the charade of horn dogs that would scream obscenities and weird things like " i love you" from blocks away to me and native i would say that was it.
BEST PARTS:trying on fur coats and cowboy jackets being left with the smell of old dusty clothes and the food that was healthy and sandwiches the size of a pizza that i couldnt finish, deciding that we are gona have another adventure at santa monica peer two sundays from now, spending all our money on food, our frozen yougurt oasis and deciding on whether or not to drink the water because it would painfully pull three dollars from our pockets and then getting the bill and finding out the water was free. i personall think the waiter wanted our numbers or something, but oh well it saved us six dollars.