fast paced and impersonal. full of fashion and money. funny t-shirts and ugly sandles. short skirts and tight pants. deceit and competition. i've seen three people stop at the trash can across the street to rummage through and see if there are any half appetizing leftovers. i avert my eyes and put my half eaten $4.99 salad into my bag. because looking away is what i was taught to do. my poor little debutante mother. i realize after sitting here for three hours that the only people worth watching are the ones we never watch. and here marks the second person to stop in the streets to pick up loose change. i feel like throwing handfuls of the useless metal in the streets screaming at the top of my lungs, "finders keepers!" only two people with cameras. minus the tourists. such a shame for all this to go uncaptured. if you dont already hate the human race, watch valet parking for a bit. silver SUV after another, they keep getting bigger and more useless. and as soon as they pull away, someones mid life crisis pulls up. oh the fabulous things we waste our money on. the city where all the women look bought and all the men look like buyers. men who emptied a college fund for thier unborn son for a good night out on the town with a beautiful woman. because in a city like this, married is a word only used when using hushed whispers in the corner booth of your favorite diner. you know its cruel to discuss her failures, but its all you can do to keep from discussing your own.