Running in the City
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.
Holiday, you’re fucking disgusting.
“You look like a retard. No, you literally have the features of mongoloid.”
Care to tell who says this?
finally, a piece that singes my nerves. You really captured the rawness of running on the streets of L.A. And was it Tucker Max? It was tucker max wasn’t it? I bet it was.
Hey, this is not entirely related, but do you still play guitar?
This was hilarious. Needles and used condoms don’t deter you from doing sit-ups?
Of course it was. And I haven’t picked up a guitar in probably 2 years.
That is hilarious. Only in LA…
Although, some pretty crazy shit happens in NYC too.