Those of us who were born and raised in that glittering outpost know its intricate snare. There is always a a new city, a new restaurant, a new bar, a new woman. It keeps you enthralled so as to slowly sap of you something. Life force, money, what have you. Of course not everyone leaves L.A. It has its good qualities and during that golden period you speak of it is an amazing place, warm and safe and ever-present, but me? Couldn’t take it, bro. Los Angeles never ends, and I needed to know that existence is finite.
I’ve thought back to my time in that world of a city and now realize that the most unnerving aspect of it all is the flatness and the people huddled on the plane, waiting for something to happen.