After a few days of relaxation in sleepy San Diego, the distinct differences between San Diego and Los Angeles become blatantly apparent. In San Diego, parking is actually available and getting into 3rd gear is attainable on the freeways. The air is cleaner and the beauty speaks a language all its own. There are many more opportunities available to me there and being broke and nearly homeless makes it a tempting move...
Although its outer beauty pales in comparison, LA still holds my heart as you must become intimate with LA to see the inner beauty. It still cradles me at night and shocks my brain in the morning allowing even the most dreadful of days to be erased like chalk on a chalkboard, eventually and expectedly to revive my soul with the kiss of the angels........