I'm starting to get a better grasp of my surroundings here in Lost Angeles, not that it makes things better. I still view the entire place as anti-communal, and self-centered. The ultimate private city, where it seems that people are so afraid of one another that they lock themselves in fancy buildings or urban tenements to avoid actual human confrontation. Anyway, this was a great piece that gets right to the point: I live in a third-world, smut-ridden prairie land, and I'm learning to accept it.

"Our Own Private Iowa"

Tags: Los Angeles, LA