My Declaration of Love for LA.
Ah this, wonderful, open, hated, small, hot, trashy, awesome, claustrophobic, smelly, huge, often spat-upon, glamorous city. This miracle of a monstrosity of duality. This riddle that is Los Angeles. How I hated you at first - I have to admit. When I came here for the first time in 2009 together with my good friend V and our traveling P.I.C.'s A & J I thought this was the suburb to hell on earth (which for your information is Las Vegas). I hated the fact that the differences between people were so clear, that you had, not two-three classes in society, but 6 or 7. I hated the fact that it was dirty, smelly, gritty, unsafe and completely segregated - because let's be honest it is. It was the first time in my life where I had actually seen someone using hard drugs, and I saw it in the streets. Someone was shooting up, right in front of me, in the middle of the day. Me and my good friend walked down one block headed for the fashion district, we quickly regretted it and