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so, california.
i didn't die.
the familials wouldn't let me have any fun, either. every second was pre-planned and family packed. my sushi dreams were crushed. i did get to see some big mufuckin trees. and drank half the bottle of complementary hotel wine before the bat mitzvah party, but 80 freak-dancing, screaming 13 year olds was still the ultimate buzz kill. my relatives are a passive aggressively bloodthirsty pack of neurotic, unaware, unmotivated, ignorant, lunatics. but what else is new?
a few of my cousins are bound to turn out alright. they're the children of my mom's brother, whose only communication with my grandma is the occasional midget/circus freak joke. ABOUT her.
so i got to see the lighter side of san francisco. i got to see the various randomly placed outdoor versions of somerset mall, each one claiming to be an actual city. these places were so culturally void, i might venture to say that the people inhabiting them are WORSE than the people at somerset. at least in los angeles you can openly detect, i dare say smell? the sleaze underneath the $300 gucci t-shirt. these little abysses were diverse in terms of visible age range, but were undeniable the parentally approved middle/high school hang out spot.
also i got to eat a thai meal with 15 other people, and i was still the only person not ordering their dish EXTRA SUPER PUSSY MILD. i got to sit in temple for a grand total of... maybe 600 hours. give or take.
i went to a luncheon in a neighborhood built in a semi-circle around a golf course. every single house, every single mother fucking house had their own golf cart.
then we flew home on the redeye and i spent a very surreal sleepless 35 hours wondering what, exactly, can i take away from this experience?
and then i realized. it was this picture.
glad to be back in detroit and at the U and at skool and drawing by myself for six hours a day...
no, really!
so, california.
i didn't die.
the familials wouldn't let me have any fun, either. every second was pre-planned and family packed. my sushi dreams were crushed. i did get to see some big mufuckin trees. and drank half the bottle of complementary hotel wine before the bat mitzvah party, but 80 freak-dancing, screaming 13 year olds was still the ultimate buzz kill. my relatives are a passive aggressively bloodthirsty pack of neurotic, unaware, unmotivated, ignorant, lunatics. but what else is new?
a few of my cousins are bound to turn out alright. they're the children of my mom's brother, whose only communication with my grandma is the occasional midget/circus freak joke. ABOUT her.
so i got to see the lighter side of san francisco. i got to see the various randomly placed outdoor versions of somerset mall, each one claiming to be an actual city. these places were so culturally void, i might venture to say that the people inhabiting them are WORSE than the people at somerset. at least in los angeles you can openly detect, i dare say smell? the sleaze underneath the $300 gucci t-shirt. these little abysses were diverse in terms of visible age range, but were undeniable the parentally approved middle/high school hang out spot.
also i got to eat a thai meal with 15 other people, and i was still the only person not ordering their dish EXTRA SUPER PUSSY MILD. i got to sit in temple for a grand total of... maybe 600 hours. give or take.
i went to a luncheon in a neighborhood built in a semi-circle around a golf course. every single house, every single mother fucking house had their own golf cart.
then we flew home on the redeye and i spent a very surreal sleepless 35 hours wondering what, exactly, can i take away from this experience?
and then i realized. it was this picture.
glad to be back in detroit and at the U and at skool and drawing by myself for six hours a day...
no, really!