Christmas carols make me want to vomit and take a month-long dump. The streets of Hollywood are artfully decorated for the season with red-devilish shapes and surreal contours, pulsing jingle bell sounds and gaudy colors, all come to life on a pre-Christmas night behind the drab industrial facade of nowhere. Signs of the holidays are peppered all around this vast faceless suburban sprawl defined as a city only on maps. Hollywood Boulevard is a virtual horror show of overweight Mexican Hos in stiletto heels staggering down the avenue like a procession of stunned possums. A trash-picking bum with skin as black as a baby seal sporting a red and white Santa cap stumbles out of an alley zipping up his fly, already murmuring the habitual season’s mantra, ”spare some change…’‘ to nobody in particular. Ho ho ho. And to all a good night.
Seasons Greetings From Scabvendor
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by Alessandra on December 16, 2010
Haha, eesh, Hollywood, I haven’t been, but I still want to go. I guess I have to avoid Christmas time.
~Kale
better yet, avoid Hollywood. The world is a big fascinating place. This is its asshole.
Nice.
it’s true. I barely made it a week. I ran screaming from L.A.
The sun will come out tomorrow. Happy Holidays, JS!