Los Angeles is superficial, plastic and damn proud of it. It's glitz and tits and if you aren't blonde, twenty-three years old, six feet tall, and one hundred twenty pounds, you really shouldn't even bother moving there. I lived in LA for many years but I had to leave. They actually sent me an eviction notice once I passed the one hundred twenty five pound mark. Seriously, I wanted to live in a place where I could breathe the air, drink water out of the tap and not be mocked because I don't look like a Somali orphan. Thus starts my journey through the worst economic downturn in recent memory...