Loud and Annoying on Sunset Blvd.
For some reason, the larger a city is the more people feel road need to give you the finger after cutting you off in road rage, carry on not so sotte voce conversations with relatives back at home in Italy on Skype or to ask the cashier in the drive-thru at McDonald’s to open ten or so straw wrappers for you to see if the seam on the straw lines up properly with the seam that joins the straw together – honking horns bedamned.
Narcissism in souther California is not exactly news. I think the audacity of people hear is really what makes our variety so fun. We are a city of performers. In search of something to make our noticed. That’s why we moved here after all. “Nobody noticed me in Queens, everyone back there was a drunk a-hole, and my spirit was squashed. I will move to the second largest city in America and there people will notice my true gifts: I’m a loud douche from Queens.”
So, we might not be able to make our mark on America, but damn it we will make our marks on Southern California at the very least. I will sing “Mad World” at the top of my lungs in the middle of ralph’s to the muzak. The public must know me. I am a citizen of Los Angeles.
