Speaking of running in LA, I'm pretty sure this is the only city in which your average run could include:
*A black transvestite in a dress and fake breasts jeering "I could beat you in a race, backwards."
*Being forced to scream at a woman's incessant honking "He's in a fucking turn lane, shut the fuck up"
and having her turn around and give you the finger.
*Stopping in a park to do situps to find every available grassy area occupied by homeless people or regular people having sex.
*Stopping in a different park and noticing that "futbol" is prohibited.
*Getting one of your tear ducts so clogged with sweat, smog and grit that it swells up to the point of you being told "You look like a retard. No, you literally have the features of mongoloid." (You can guess who said that.)
*Having small children race you down the street as their parents pay no attention to the fact that their offspring running off with a shirtless teenager.
*Having a random Mexican scream from a moving car to "put a shirt on."
*Having that instant pang of shame immediately counteracted by Mexican women cat calling from the next vehicle.
More to come, this is only from the last week.
Posted by ryanholiday at 8:42 PM