where nothing matters...but the beat
I know that LA feeling. Went out there for 5 days for vacation and to see friends, and as a walker/public transiter/biker, it was hell. You just can’t exist.
Also, the way Los Angelenos talk about the unhoused is infuriating
I know that LA feeling. Went out there for 5 days for vacation and to see friends, and as a walker/public transiter/biker, it was hell. You just can’t exist.
Also, the way Los Angelenos talk about the unhoused is infuriating