thought i'd be saying there's nothing redeeming about LA, but i totally fell into the right crowd. a bunch of kids that live in a warehouse in inglewood (the ghetto, heart of gang territory). it's like an art space/freak bike warehouse. they dumpster all their food (i ate like a fucking queen...we'd find pine nuts, gourmet chocolates, all sorts of organic produce, trader joe's pizzas, mac and cheese, fancy cheeses, beer and wine). they cause all sorts of mayhem and in general, get along with just about everybody.
makes me wanna go back, and i think i will because we made all sorts of plans for the future (wheatpaste collage collabs, epic bike trips, earth-built domes, and a sweat lodge to complement the outdoor shower). i lived there for free for two months. you can't tell me these kids aren't good people.