hipstomp photo essays

A host of the dearly to meet me with hosannas sung at the door.

Out-of-Town
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Hi.

This is where I live, normally.

But my good friend Mastercard bought me a plane
ticket to go to this other place for a few days.

Maybe you’ve never been to L.A. before. Well, I have
and I know the place cold. So peep the breakdown.

Every single building in Los Angeles looks like this. All of them.
This picture is of a post office. (They design them this way because
after an earthquake they straighten out.)

Everyone in California rides around in limousines.
Everyone--busboys, garbagemen, professional clowns, you name it.
At the end of a shift, limo drivers park their stretches and another
one comes to pick them up. The regular cars you see in the background
are just props for the many movies they film in L.A.

The City of Angels is just as valid a terrorist target as
New York. Here we see a constant reminder: anti-aircraft
palm trees keep important areas safe.

Los Angelenos keep their figures trim and their intellect
sharp by eating their staple bread, pictured here.

They develop a special taste for the bread at an early age.

I wasn’t kidding about the buildings. This is a Taco Bell.