I just saw two UPS trucks race each other off the line at a stop light.
The only rule here is there are no rules. California has more laws than any place in America, except maybe New York. I heard yesterday that there's a law here against a barber using a strop to sharpen his straight razor...whewww, that was a close one. After centuries of blood poisoning, we are all saved. Want to smoke a cigar on the beach? Alone at night, where you can't possibly bother anyone? $1000.00 dollar fine, I'm told. God knows that was an issue that needed to be dealt with. It's cool though. There are so many laws, they can't enforce them. Everything is covered in graffiti, urine and pot smoke. Every red light, at least two people run the light just so they can make a left hand turn. I own a very blue collar business. I try very hard to be legal, but it's hard to know what forms have to be filled out, and who has to be paid. Every governmental department you speak to doesn't know, and none of my competitors seem to care. Many of them are blatantly ripping people off... But one thing L.A. does do with amazing efficiency is write parking tickets. I've been told by one driver that he budgets $1300.00 a year for parking tickets. Every UPS truck you see driving down the road will have like three tickets stuck to its window. The company just budgets it in as the cost of doing business in L.A. I try very hard to not get tickets, and I've had two or three.
L.A. is a weird place. Tremendous wealth and unbelievable squalor living right next to each other. Every day I see something disgusting, followed by something beautiful. Want to see a homeless man in a tutu take a dump in a parking lot? L.A. is for you, my disturbed friend. As unsettling as that may sound, as soon as you turn a corner, eyes still burning from the sight you have just seen, mind reeling with questions like, "Why a tutu?!?!", "Why a restaurant parking lot?", "Why in front of my truck, while I'm trying to eat lunch?!?!", you will be confronted with a valley full of palm trees, and the ocean in the distance with the sun reflecting off its shimmering surf. Walk down any street; you will smell urine and marijuana, followed directly by honeysuckle & a host of exotic flowers growing wild. L.A. is a weird place, strange and majestic, unsettlingly beautiful at times; depressing in its poverty and decay at others. It's always interesting - just keep your head about you. The cops are busy somewhere else, and the ever-present parking enforcement officers are unarmed. Your fellow denizens apathetic. This is the Wild West.