Southern California Is For Suckers
Several years ago I was offered a job in Burbank, California. The rate of pay was substantially higher than what I was accustomed to, and I’d be in a prime position for further advancements up the corporate ladder.
Plus, we’d be living in Southern California…
I’d only visited the area a couple of times, for quickie business meetings, and almost my entire impression of it was derived from movies and TV shows. Thinking of Los Angeles conjured visions of guys (who looked a lot like me), driving along streets lined with palm trees, in vintage convertibles, looking down his nose at people and lighting cigars with five dollar bills.
I couldn’t wait! Southern California?? It seemed almost impossible. It was a mythical, magic place inside my head. And we were moving there!!
Yeah, and following is what we actually found.
Brutal cost of living On one of the first days, when we were still living in corporate housing, my wife sent me to the store for breakfast stuff. And I almost deposited a masonry block in my underwear.
Eggs is what I remember. In every other place we’d ever lived, a dozen cost somewhere in the neighborhood of 69 cents. But in SoCal (as they call it), they were $2.49. It’s not like I walked around with a messenger bag full of boiled eggs all the time, but it was an ominous indicator of what was to come.
Everything was higher – everything – and not by just a little bit, either. The house we bought cost $50K more than our previous one, and was worth about $50K less. I’d received a large raise, and our quality of life went swirling down the ol’ poop catcher. Talk about a cruel joke…
Spiders We lived in the middle of a desert, and our garage was teeming with black widow spiders. You know, the kind that can make your heart shrivel and detach from its stem? Our washer and dryer were out there, and every time I reached for a load of towels, I was convinced I was heading for a closed-casket funeral – because of the hideous swelling.
And you can’t kill them, either. There’s nothing you can do, except maybe burn the bitch to the ground. I didn’t care for any of it.
Coyotes At night we could hear them hollering across the desert, like in a cowboy movie. The first few times it’s kind of cool, but then you realize you’re living amongst large wild prowling mountain dogs.
A neighbor got up early one morning, and saw a blood-smeared coyote sitting in the middle of our cul-de-sac, near one of the kids’ Big Wheels. Again: not a fan.
Birds Huge black birds of some kind perched on the rock cliffs near our house, and would sometimes come swooping down across the rooftops. Their wings were so large we could hear them cutting through the air: whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Then they’d land in the top of a tree, and were so heavy the thing would sway from side to side.
I was convinced one of them was going to come in low one day, and carry off a couple of the neighborhood children. They probably looked like rotisserie chickens in Blue’s Clues shirts to those big thunderbird bastards. Holy crap.
Mudslides I was driving home from work one afternoon in the sprinkling rain. And when it sprinkles in SoCal, it’s apparently tradition to run your car up the rear-end of the person in front of you, or straight into the side of a building. I don’t know.
In any case, I was on the 5 freeway, and a whole hillside started moving in my general direction. The hill went over a wall, and sloshed across the three right lanes. I missed it by only a few seconds, and had never seen anything like it before, or since.
Where I come from, the hills just don’t move around on ya.
Wildfires A couple of times per year you could count on a giant wall of fire to descend on you, and threaten to burn up your home and family. Good times!
We lived in an area where private companies wouldn’t even issue fire insurance policies, and we were forced to purchase it from the state of California. For “competitive” prices.
One time we were going into a grocery store (probably to purchase Bentley-brand eggs), and it was snowing ash. I’m not kidding, I think it was the charred remains of silent film stars.
Earthquakes I never experienced any of the big ones, but lived through enough of the smaller ones to know it was always a possibility.
Everything in all the houses was strapped to the walls – like TVs, and hot water tanks, and armoires. All our kitchen cabinets had special latches on them, so the doors wouldn’t come flying open when the giant crack appeared, and swallowed-up the elementary school.
Continuous heat I remember walking to an outdoor café with a couple of coworkers, a few days before Christmas, and sweating like an August ass. One of the other guys, a real SoCal booster, was going on and on about how great it was to be living in “paradise.”
I wanted to scream like Jackie Chan, and cycle-kick him in front of an oncoming salad truck. Hot all the time sounds good in theory, but it ain’t. After a while it starts messing with your head, maaan.
Smog There were mountains in the distance, in every direction, and during certain times of the year some of them were snow-capped. Very pretty. However, most days you couldn’t see them. Big ass mountains: invisible behind a screen of car exhaust.
The local news broadcasts always included an “air quality” report, and it wasn’t unusual to see people walking around wearing surgical masks.
And half the vehicles were hybrids, or ran off liposuction fat. So, who the hell knows? Maybe I’ll come down with a bad case of thigh-lung later in life?
The Wash All around the Los Angeles area are big cement gutter-like things, which the locals call “the wash.” It’s either the aqueduct or the mighty L.A. River (I was never clear on it), both of which are always bone-dry as far as I know.
However, several times every year an inexplicable wave of water would come cascading down that thing, and send skateboarders and X-Game bicyclists ass-over-tits into the Pacific Ocean.
“Never play near the wash,” the local parents warned their kids. Because wave-day can flat-out ruin an afternoon, and might send your detached head through the Panama Canal.
Tree of Bees Behind our house was a towering tree, just loaded with bees. Every spring it would come alive, and make a roaring sound like a locomotive. It was one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever encountered. There must’ve been a billion bees living in that thing.
We sold the place in winter, and the new owners were reportedly (we have spies) out there with their mouths hanging open when the buzzing began. I don’t know how much it cost them to have that loud, enormous tree removed, but it couldn’t have been cheap.
Hell, they probably had to do it with robots.
I could keep going with this list, but I’m sure you get the point. I was fooled by the Hollywood version of Hollywood, and wasn’t prepared for real life in “paradise.”
The place sucked in ways I couldn’t have imagined, even if I’d gone to a quiet place and concentrated on it. I’m convinced a blue ribbon think tank of suck wouldn’t be able to come up with some of the things we encountered out there.
I mean, trees that roar? Creeping pouches of poison living in the garage? An all-you-can-eat natural disaster buffet?
Yes, Southern California is a bizarre Tim Burton-style shithole, and don’t let them tell you any different.
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as tempting as it is, i’m not going to do it here.
C’mon, you know you want to… I’m just glad you guys are willing to live there and keep the place up so that I can come visit for a few days and escape the winter. Couldn’t possibly imagine living there full time.
Jeff’s in the “zone.” Excellent writing.
No way I could live there. I visit at least twice a year for weeks at a time with my job. Those visits are enough.
I agree with Drug Delivery Guy. Excellent writing Jeff.
I’m a San Franciscan – we are required by birth to detest Southern California. As you can see, it isn’t difficult.
Holy God, that was funny – thanks I needed that this afternoon!
I grew up in Santa Monica and I wish it was like it was in the 60’s and 70’s. The incredible cost of a home, English as a second language and the traffic that makes you want to swallow the barrel of a large bore handgun…sheesh. After the Northridge quake in ‘94, we started receiving relocation info in the mail. My wife finally fessed up to sending away for it. We’re now in Austin TX which is just wierd enough to be fun. Wouldn’t move back th LA if you paid me.
I lived in the Bay Area for 5 years. Could not wait to get out. Haven’t been back, and can only see going back on the way to Hawaii or something. California is a horrible place to live and an even worse place to live and work. I still shake my head in disbelief at all the congestion I inched along in while my life was speeding by.
Jeff Kay brings the fucking pain!
Nice update, gangsta
I sure in the hell wouldn’t live there. The cost of living alone would keep me away.
My first reaction when I saw where Jeff was going with this piece was “F*&% You.” Then I kinda sorta saw the humor in it. Then I realized just how outstanding this is. It’s the antidote to “Wow, look how beautiful it is at the Rose Parade and Rose Bowl on January 1. We should move there…”
Thanks for keeping the population down, Jeff. Those of us who “endure” living here in “paradise” appreciate your efforts.
One more thing–it was hilarious.
Excellent excellent excellent Jeff Kay at his best!!! man i have missed it!!
Thanks for the timely update. I’m heading to SoCal this weekend. Wish me luck.
I have never been to California. It seems like a nice place to vacation? The mountain/ocean roads look inviting… but, I cannot stand hot sunny weather day after day after day, Give me the four seasons of Ohio any day. (Although the Springtime snow is really annoying today)Besides I can’t imagine what it would be like to be a chunky person in the land of absolute beauty. I like buying filet mignon for $5.00 a pound and king crab for $12.99 a pound!
awesome writing, thanks, it would be funny if it were not so true, oh wait, i do not live there, it is funny! i spent 2 months in LA and would not mind visiting again but would never live there. lets face it, almost everyone who does is crazy, it must be a prerequisite for getting a drivers license. if you have lived in LA, you know Jeff did not even scratch the surface of this dunghole. our consolation, one day it may be an island.
Living in California would be just great if you didn’t have to live in California. Tried it. For me, the problem is the Californians.
Now I don’t even want to go back to visit. I’ll take snow in April any day….
What I said about California was harsh. I’ve given it some thought and it does have some redeeming features – Fry’s, In-N-Out, the Monterey Historics, BevMo’s 5c sale, and closeness to Tahoe/Reno.
I think California is an acquired taste. After living here for almost 8 years, I wouldn’t dream of living anywhere else.
Besides, my governor can beat up your governor any day of the week.
HAHA! You hit the nail on the head! But for some sick twisted reason I really do love it here. The views are amazing, the weather isn’t always in the 100’s and it’s just a lot of fun in general.
Come on man…you have to be kidding!
You’re entitled to your opinion…but your experience is just one experience. California isn’t Los Angeles and it isn’t the area you lived in.
I live in San Diego and yes…the cost of living is high. It’s also high in New York, Boston, Chicago, etc.
What I find interesting is you complain about things like spiders, bees, etc. I’ve lived all over the country and every area has its issues including pests. Ever been to the midwest? Florida? Minnesota? Misquitos as large as 737s.
No place is perfect and it sounds to me like your expectations were lofty. I don’t like Los Angeles and would never live there…but all of Southern California is not that way. San Diego is free from most of what you talk about…but it has its issues as well.
Wildfires, mudslides…so what. Did you know more people die in the US from slipping on ice than in wildfires, earthquakes and mudslides combined? SLIPPING ON ICE!
Southern California is my home…and I will defend. I am also sorry you had such a bad experience. That’s never fun for anyone and I wish you the best of luck. You’re a gifted writer…so I am sure you’ll do fine.
But I have to say…I wish more people would feel like you so we could get back our beaches and roads from all of you Hollywood dreamers who are fooled by what you watch at the local multiplex.
In fact, I hope millions read this and follow your path.
Thanks for your view and best of luck.
The worst part is that SoCal is creeping across the border into AZ.
This was genius! Some brilliant combination of words I’ve never heard before (e.g. “ass over tits”.
GZ
I lived in Orange County. Blyech. Did not like it one bit. No trees. No flowers. Cost, at the time, $500 to rent a crappy bedroom in a crappy house and MAYBE have kitchen priveleges. People were NOT nice.
Gladly moved back to Texas.
Thanks for the fond memories. NOT.
I have to say, compared to the Hellmouth that is Hampton Roads, what with PETA HQ, Pat Robertson, and the nastily radioactive Elizabeth River, California was an absolute dream for me. Ahl be bahk.
…and will avoid the bees.
Yes! Nice work!
Those of us who were born and raised in southern California get pretty tired of people moving here, planting water-hogging lawns, building on our good farmland, clogging up the freeways, and complaining about the lack of seasons. Sheesh, there’s May Gray, June Gloom, Fire Season, Santa Anas, and sometimes even a short Rainy Season. What more could you want?
Click my name (above) to see a short photo series of what lives in our garage – right next to the strapped-down earthquake-proof water heater. Incidentally, we have neighbors on two sides who have been bitten by Black Widows. In both cases the prognosis was “you’ll probably live, but for the next week you’ll wish you were dead.”
Thank you for your efforts in warning would-be newcomers away. They wouldn’t be happy here. There’s no snow. And I’m sure they’d miss the mosquitoes, horseflies, and deerflies. And tornadoes, or hurricanes, or blizzards, or whatever they’d be leaving behind. It’s a good thing you let them know how bad it really is.
(CaDude and I will take up a collection and get your check in the mail shortly.)
Pssst! Scott Gulbransen! Hush up, man. It sucks here. OMG, there have been bees buzzing all over the wildflowers in my front yard for months. The horror! People should not come here, it’s awful.
If you want to see the worst in anything, you’ll find it. As for me, Hollywood IS a paradise and I like it.
I live in SoCal (as we call it) and love it. I work in downtown LA, which is going thru an amazing renovation, and I live in the quiet suburbs in the San Gabriel Valley. There is tons to do, the weather is great and we are in the few places where I could go snowboarding in the morning (an hour drive) then to the beach in the afternoon (another hour drive). Couldn’t imagine living anywhere else but here.
Nice one Linda!
And for those who live in LA…they do love it. Nothing wrong with that.
If we lost half of our population in California, I’d be happy.
Note to the author: where do you live now? Where did you move from when you went to Burbank?
LOL you actually believed it was paradise in L.A.? Watching The Hills much? Los Angeles sucks, San Diego was the original place all the bullshit show business was supposed to take place in and thank God it didn’t, because it’s still gorgeous here and not full of wannabes.
“Eggs is what I remember”
Eggs *are* what I remember?
Where is wordnerd when you need her?
Round up a verbnerd while you are at it.
Loved the post.
Lived in West Hollywood.
Hollywood is a dirty little town
I remember being repulsed at the trash on Hollywood & Sunset Blvd
all of the band flyers spinning in the wind.
Everyone wants to be a rockstar.
I grew here. You flew here. That perspective alone makes it hard to understand the handful of rube stereotypes who return to their backwaters with their proud proclaimations of, “I came, I saw, I conquered, I left bored and digusted.” Your littany of griefs with Southern California aren’t counter balanced with the horrible logic of returning to the tornados, floods, snow, rain, shitty schools and cultural vaccuums you crawled here from, admittedly with dollar signs in your eyes. Thanks for visiting. Sorry you couldn’t find your groove here. It’s not for everyone. Shunning’s a helluva coping mechanism. Easier than dealing with the cognitive dissonance of fancying yourself a Californian (convertibles, cigars and whatever the fucking TV sold your uncurious ass). You failed to submerse, adapt and thrive. You know, like the millions of people who come here and never leave. Like my grandparents.
We know your kind.And we know the real story behind your dislike of our state and our way of life.
You didn’t gain any purchase. Couldn’t get any traction socially. You just didn’t measure up so you settled for your hometown. Some of us call this place our hometown. Thanks for shitting on it in the most credulous, routine way. California chewed you up and spit you out, loser. Don’t let anybody tell you any different.
pretty much agree with Chambers
we’ve heard all the hate about Los Angeles and California in general that everything you say just reflects on your inability to actually hold any opinion that you haven’t heard somewhere else and regurgitated in a shitty blog post
damn I realized that I got too emotionally invested in this post. sorry man great blog
Right… As a native, it’s people like you who make LA the “shithole” you describe. Imagine scores of assholes moving to your hometown, then shitting on it because they can’t deal with learning how meaningless their lives really are – all the while staying, compounding traffic, and shitting on the city more.
Goodbye, and good riddance, asshole.
You forgot the worst part, the people. Ugh, the people!
In more talented, literary or humorous hands, this collection of hackneyed observations might have been borderline funny. But when you combine a load of tired cliches and a clunky, hamfisted writing style…well. Unless of course I’m missing the point and this is a parody of an idiot moaning about California – in which case it’s great.
I live abroad. In Southeast Asia, to be exact. Here I meet Americans from all different states, and I can tell you without hesitation that almost every Californian I’ve met is a prick. A royal prick. In fact, I can guess within three minutes of meeting them that they’re from California. It makes me shudder to see so many of them living abroad. No grip on reality. They truly give Americans a bad name.
No freakin’ way could you get me to move there.
Dear writers of this site:
If you can
Ignore the pretentious MeFi shit storm
I am sure they mean well
(Can I get a collective *MEH*)?
funny how people are getting so defensive. I think you hit a nerve.
great post!!
This is hilarious. So all the self-righteous, pretentious dumbasses are coming over from MeFi? These are precisely the people who are most mockable. In fact, site writers (Jeff), you should give it a go on them. Their we-are-so-much-more-enlightened crap and the hate on their big taboos of right wing, conservative shite that they’re always going on about is the definition of hypocrisy. But they can’t see that. Exactly like their counterparts on the right. Jeff can and would be able to write rings around you. Figures they’re also from California.
Here’s my takeaway: The author has serious issues…with himself. Haven’t you heard the old phrase, “no matter where you are, there you are.”? There are truly horrible places to live in the world, but I assure you, CA is not one of them.
Your self-centered whining about bugs and mudslides might have been warranted if you were discussing your hovel in rural Africa. But the fact of the matter is that Burbank is home to the most celebrated and coveted industry in the entire world, and most people would be happy for a mere visit to it. (Let alone the nearby beach towns, mountains and and deserts.)
Sounds to me like this is someone who would be unhappy no matter where he is. So maybe it’s time to take a look at what makes you the negative, unhappy person you are, rather than blaming your dissatisfaction on your environment.
Peace, love and Rubio’s Fish Tacos,
Stems
Canyon Country is no more a “desert” than the rest of the LA basin (or the Mediterranean for that matter). We can remind him of its “flaws” the next time he’s driving home through a blizzard.
An amusing article, but I think Jeff’s opinion of California is tainted because of his (former) employer, and what they did to him.
Scott Gulbransen, Chambers McSween… you go.
I’m in NoCal and I miss SoCal every day. Life is what you make it, if you are living in a beautiful place and you can only find the bad, it’s your problem, not the locations.
Grow up.
You have to like that there’s something for everybody here. Great dim sum, good tacos, snowboarding, surfing, all in the same day if you like. Fry’s Electronics for your inner geek. Stretches of beaches for your inner bum. For the inner rockstar, the inner redneck, the inner metro. Whatever. There just aren’t that many places where you can do these things.
Good lord, lighten up, people.
Jeff – keep mocking. It’s working
MEH
I’ve been a follower of thewvsr.com for some time & have enjoyed this site until this post. But, I will still follow this site and thewvsr.com & love it the same.
I will simply agree to disagree with you, Jeff. You are entitled to your opinion but on this one I think you missed the mark. I’ve read your blogs about your CA life. I am familiar with your dislike. But unlike those other posts, this particular post was filled with hatred, disgust and stereotypes that strikes me as your attempt to insult as many people as you could. It worked.
I have been born and raised in So. Cali. I will not make the proclamation that I ‘love’ it here, simply because I do not. I don’t like the smog. I don’t like seeing more billboards and advertisements in Spanish than English & I’m tired of the thug gangstas strolling down the street on a daily basis intimidating the masses.
What I do like about this state is our great agriculture, our ability to visit the snow in a very short drive (then turn around and come back to warmth when need be), the chance to hit the beach on a moment’s notice & the neverending offers of history, culture & education.
We may not have the best politicians. We may have black widow spiders. We may have lots and lots of traffic. We may have the threat of earthquakes looming over our heads every minute. But I would gladly live amongst those things if it meant being content and happy rather than being bitter and resentful, as you so clearly seem.
You have often said that you take offense at the stereotypes thrust upon West Virginia, yet you blatantly thrust common stereotypes at CA & expect great comedy. Well, unless your father is your uncle & you have to walk outdoors to get to the bathroom, I would suggest not throwing your stones into glass houses.
I love California but one really needs to be careful where one chooses to live. Living along the beach from Ventura south to San Diego is wonderful but expensive. Moving a few miles inland permits easy beach access and a breeze and is less expensive. ..but moving more than 5 miles inland, depending where you are, can be much warmer during the summer and more frustrating. If you are going to consider moving to California, tour major parts of the whole state to get an overall sense as to what is available (there are lots of different types of climatic regions in the state). Ask lots of questions from locals.
BWAHAHAHA!
Oh man, people are so uptight. I love it.
Thank you for leaving.
Interesting observations from an outsider. I’ve grown up and lived in California all my life, but mostly in the SF Bay Area. I’ve lived in LA now for 2 years, and am looking forward to moving away already–if nothing else because of overpopulation and the most incompetent drivers the world has ever seen.
But you cannot lump SoCal in with NorCal. Well over 400 miles of separation between the two (and the state is over 850 miles tall) makes for a HUGE difference in quality of life. The Bay Area lacks most of the qualities that everyone hates in LA…so tune your commentary to be a bit more mature. No one know where you got your preconceptions, but they are off. California is not Southern California.
Since when are eggs only $0.69? Or rent for a 1 bed/1 bath less than $1400? These are costs of living in metropolitan areas…survey every other large city in the U.S.
Um – I really didn’t see a whole heapin’ helpin’ of stereotypes being brandished in this piece of HUMOR.
Black widow spiders are, in fact, poison pouches.
The SoCal DESERT is, in fact, quite hot.
Coyotes do, in fact, live in the SoCal desert.
And on and on and on. It’s not the authro was calling every person who lived in that area at that time a hysterical weenie with a bandolero full of self-esteem issues, or anything,. My God, can’t a man complain about the price of EGGS?
(This message brought to you by someone who loves where she lives, but could provide you a list of things to hate about it that even a local wouldn’t disagree with. Balance, people. Balance…)
@kwwphoto – I live in a metropolitan area (Phoenix), and I pay $800/month for a nice 2 bedroom/1 bath apartment (1000 sq ft). I have no idea how much eggs cost because I rarely buy them.
And for being the 5th largest city in the US, Phoenix actually has a decent cost of living. Car insurance prices suck though.
thanx for the infos
i once had sex in SoCal and ended up w. spider bites and lungs full of smog.
I am from LA (the SF Valley). I now live in Dublin, Ireland. I would give anything to return to the normalcy of Los Angeles. The sun shines in LA. The food is fabulous (which is the opposite of Ireland). And at least I can get a job in LA as a nurse-Ireland is the only place in the world not hiring nurses.
Complain away about LA….but I would happily exchange places with you. I would also suggest that for future moves, you rely less on movies for your research.
Dude, give me a break. You should have known about most of this if you had done your research. Do you not watch the news? We get wildfires EVERY YEAR. We get earthquakes and mudslides almost EVERY YEAR. Smog is overly abundant in LA.
Sorry you had a bad experience in SoCal. But I live here and love it. Where else can you snowboard in the morning and hit the beach in the afternoon? Yeah, it’s overpriced. Yes, some of the people are douchebags. But there is a lot of things to do, MOST of the people are laid back, and the weather is amazing.
Can’t wait to read your blog about the next city you live in that’s gonna suck.
Debbie, come back to California. There’s a big nursing shortage…:)
Wow, I don’t think I have ever seen such a huge volume of people missing the point in one of these posts. I suppose the author should have spoken about the horrible lack of a sense of humor that, apparently, California is currently suffering from.
Hilarious post.
There is humour in the article but the emphasis is reasons why CA ’sucks’ for the author.
Wow, I haven’t seen this many angry Californians since Whole Foods removed their hybrid-only parking spaces.
Hahaha….good one, Limey!
Why doesn’t everyone posting a comment here post where they live? I’d like to know…you anti-California folks need to own up to what burg you hail from.
Limey…Whole Foods is bigger on the EC than California, actually.
There is a wide range of types of areas to choose from in California – many different climatic zones. If someone is considering a move to California, I suggest a tour of the different types of living environments available, research on these areas, and chats with locals. There is so much to see here. There are pleasant areas to live and not-so-pleasant. Research can help one not make a mistake of choosing an unacceptable living area.
I don’t think that anyone who was actually going to move to California would use a website called Mockable.org as a reference point. I live in Georgia, have been to California several times from San Diego to San Francisco and many points in between, loved it, but can still enjoy a bit of humor. It’s a joke kids, not a travel reference site.
Good one Limey:)
Obvious people have used Mockable.org as a reference point to discuss California in a serious way. One has the option to show increased flexibility to adapt to a way a Web site is used rather than just by its stated purpose.
I live in Pennsylvania today. I have lived numerous places, including California. I am a simple rube from London, that well known cultural wasteland.
A more interesting question would be where have the California apologists also lived, the places that they are comparing with SoCal?
I’ve lived in Turkey, Italy, Germany, the midwest, northern California, and southern Ca., have visited most of the countries of Western Europe, Canada, Mexico, most of the continental US and Hawaii. I stay in Southern Ca. because of the beach community near where I live. I love it here.
Limey…I’ve lived in Chicago, Kansas City, Las Vegas…and traveled and spent significant time in all areas around the US.
I am not a California apologist…I am simply pointing out something that I have noticed over the years: when someone from back east, or the midwest, come to California and can’t cut it, they always blame California. It’s never them…I find that funny.
Where in Pennsylvania?
You are a Bitter, unacquainted, Bastard. SoCal doesn’t want you, your lack of manners and unappreciative outlook…
Oh and you can keep your $2.69
Lots of Love
Bree
Born and raised in the Inland Valley, currently living in Houston, TX (not that it’s a big step up).
Just wanted to say you hit the nail on the head.
Oh, and for those black widows I recommend a long-stem lighter and a can of Lysol–just make sure you have a shoe handy in case the flaming ball of hellishness makes a kamikaze rush at you.
I agree with CaDude, the writing was hilarious, and as a ‘SoCal’ Native (only heard the term SoCal when I moved to NorCal), its nice of you to scare off all sorts of lookie-loo’s with warnings of killer bees, torrential mudslides and apocalyptic earthquakes. The question is though, how do you survive wherever it is you live? I’m the worst kind of suburbanite soft-living bourgeoisie, and even I can handle some black widows and a goddamn coyote.