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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prossie’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts. “I’m not that guy,” I’d say, echoin’ Tom Stall, but truth is, I’m worse—an’ lovin’ it! Ye dodge the pox, dodge the law, an’ if ye’re lucky, dodge her pimp! Savvy? Now, where’s me rum—need a swig fer this tale!

Muncie's motel nightmare: 'Bedbugs, nasty prostitutes, drugs'

Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

American Lung Association ranks Indianapolis-Carmel-Muncie areas among worst in air quality