||[Feb. 19th, 2010|12:28 am]
Uplift Someone Else Higher Than Yourself
Los Angeles, TE EXTRAÑO TANTO!|
You never know what L.A. means until you leave it.
There's nothing in this world like being there, driving in your car on a freeway at night with the windows
down bumping loud ass music you love...on the way to some random adventure that's your excuse to just drive.
L.A. has heart.
Like the ladies selling corn and champurrado after church,
the men selling minutas (raspados for those who are salvi-impaired),
the birthday parties in the park because you don't have enough space in your house for all the PROLE, but can't afford a salón,
9 year old birthday parties with DJ's,
the Grand Central Market,
the 10 year olds walking home from school,
the middle school kids taking the 11 bus from Virgil Middle to Temple + Bonnie Brae,
all the Central Americans filling up the Ocha Thai food restaurant on Vermont and 8th,
the panaderias blowing sweet puffs of olfactory heaven onto smoggy streets,
the vendedores de hot dogs in Echo Park,
the Mayan and dancing and sweating everything away into a Friday night,
the teatros, the free shows,
the Culture Clash,
all the beautiful people of Los Angeles...
the brown skin that is proud, yet humble.
the brown skin that gets up at dawn and returns at night, to keep America looking perfect,
and of course....
L.A. has heart. I miss you.
(Fuck Beverly Hills, fuck Malibu, fuck Manhattan Beach, and fuck UCLA!)