LA gives me the heebie-jeebies. Anything north of San Diego or south of Santa Rosa you can have. It’s all plastic banana as El Rushbo used to say.
I loved living in LA in the 90s-post Koreatown riots. I was able to afford the cutest granny flat that was a 5-minute bike ride to the beach for $480. Then there was the housing crash and I was able to afford to buy a 2-bedroom condo in Long Beach for $80k. After Y2K, things took a dark turn there (this was when I was confronted on the street and called a “pink b!tch,” would regularly see drug busts in the alley behind my place, and then some cops were assassinated in their cruiser about 3 blocks from my place) and I got out in 2004. Made bank on my condo sale, moved to AZ and lost it all in the 08 crash.
Reminder to send a prayer up for our country
and dear FRens. Join in at 3:15 Eastern.
May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it.
1 Thess. 5:23-24
“LA gives me the heebie-jeebies. Anything north of San Diego or south of Santa Rosa you can have. It’s all plastic banana as El Rushbo used to say.“
Yeah, I have no urge to return.