Like, omigod, I'm totally going to Cali tomorrow, I'm SO EXCITED? To visit my family? For July 4th weekend? I can totally eat egg white omelets, like, everyday?
I can't drive for shit even though I grew up in Hell.A., so my parents still have to drive me around, or my friends have to come pick me up. Which they do, thank God, because there's nothing to do within reasonable walking distance of my house in La Puente except loiter at the Stater Bros. supermarket, loiter at the am/pm gas mart, or go fishing for bionic crawdads in the cement drainage ditch behind my house. I shit you not.
I'm happy to be leaving Sunset Park for July 4 because some nut has been distributing fireworks to the amateur pyros in the hood. Last week, while waiting to meet folks at Tacos Matamoros, the explosive pops and the burning objects shooting every which way were really putting me on edge. I always think shotgun and drive-by when I hear loud pops like that. Another unfortunate leftover of my La Puente childhood.
I don't want to give you the wrong impression -- I don't hate L.A. the way I did when I was 16. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing people I love, soaking in some smog-filtered sunshine, and eating well. I'm planning to eat a meal at my MOST FAVORITE THAI RESTAURANT, Ruen Pair on Hollywood Blvd. My parents will also be barbecueing at home for my cousins and my brother and his friends. Reports TK if I remember to pack my digital cam.
In the meantime, be good. Don't get drunk and fall off someone's roof. And remember, Somebody in California Loves You!
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