Los Angeles, Nightmare?

I am an east coaster living in the world of grit, shit and beautiful weather. I moved here nearly seven years ago and haven't looked back... From day one I fell in love with this city where dreams are shattered on the daily and the sun, now i know why it always shines on TV, it always shines here (except maybe for today).

This city is somewhat infectious in a way, a city of lost dreams, a city of lives with promises unfulfilled. A city of eternal hope on one corner and despair on the next. A city so full of self centered, self concerned people, yet everyone is yearning for something; this is the shared experience.

The first questions nearly anyone gets asked here is did you come here to be a actor, writer, comedian? This city is teaming with those who have chosen to pursue a dream of fame and fortune only to find those errr aspirations impossible to reach and end up waiting tables, working retail or strung out on drugs. 

People walk the streets glued to their phones, name dropping, party hopping and generally trying to impress anyone within listening distance.

I am one of those people, I am not one of those people

I , however, did not come here seeking fame or fortune (although the latter would be nice, real nice) just a life free of snow and slush. This city is amazingly beautiful, this city is fishwicket*.