Plastic Paradise.

I am at peace.
I have a strange inner calm.
I think that I have reached a space that has been a long time in the making.

Los Angeles, especially after San Francisco, was a great experience. I went from seeing crazy homeless people yesterday to seeing crazy people with homes and too much money today. Point is most people seem crazy in their own way.

In LA if you give tickets away people will not come. If you tell them that they cannot get in, they will line up and wait all night in the event that maybe, just maybe, you will let them in. Funny culture here.

Shirt guy is everywhere, girl with too high of heels, everywhere, all wanting the same thing, don't we all really just want the same thing?, or a variation there of?

I thought that I wanted to go home, which I do, but now I find myself traveling south to once again roll the dice and see what fate has in store for me. I have wondered if this day would come for quite some time. I wanted it to and now it's here. Hooray!

There is a knock on the door and a lot of people are coming onto the bus. It's LA and they are plastic, and that scares me.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I retreat to my bunk. 12 people just entered the front lounge, meant for six.

I bid you Goodnight.