When you arrive in Los Angeles, they welcome you with a traffic ticket, a fender bender and the middle finger.
I curse this hill a lot, yet I’m greatful for the free parking and weight loss.
Best part about Los Angeles, the weather. What people call a bad day in LA would make a great day in Houston weather wise.
Worst part about Los Angeles, the people. They suck.
Someone or something is killing the teddy bears of Los Angeles.
Fountain & Gower
There’s a teddy bear hanging from a power line. Oh and here’s another and another.
Waring in between Alfred & La Cienega
I’ve been taking photos and making notes. It’s a hobby or sorts. What could it be? Artists? A childhood died here? Teddy Bear Suicides? A Ted 2 marketing ploy? Drug related?
Fairfax and Oakley
What do they mean? A murder? Lynching of imaginary friends? Gang related? The LA Death Museum had no answers. Neither did most folks. I tell people and they look at me like I’m crazy. I might even solve a mystery. I doubt it.
Then I noticed.
Are they next?