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it's hard for me to appreciate the bay area when i live here every minute. we took a trip to LA and hollywood and saw an african-american transgendered prostitute in white stillettos pick up her next john at a crosswalk. LA is full of sin and misery, but not the fun kind like in SF. Not like sodomy and shameless vainity; they're the crack to our cocaine. They tag the trees there; Birch and Palm trees oozing some sad black sap, individuals' illegible nicknames. Los Angeles makes me sad. Southern California in general. We nearly drove into a crime scene, before they set up the line of pink flares. It's hot there. We walked around and spat on reagan's star and tried to find beautiful people when all we could find were sad people or rich people. I can't count how many times we got lost, eighteen hours on the road, round trip, figuring in all the missed exits. we came home and went grocery shopping for the next trip and i bought her orange juice and a doughnut. our neighbor is a firefighter and he told us a story on the porch about Divas, a transgendered bar/prostitute out post in the Tenderloin, and now we're going to go there with him next week. Last week we saw An Inconvenient Truth and of course, everyone should see it. I missed home. SF is the perfect blend of cool weather, hills, ocean, city, and grime. living here + not knowing what i'm really doing + 'sophomore slump' is making it hard for me to imagine going back to beloit.