fall in los angeles

fifth post ever

Immediately revert back to being a pissed off rules-don’t-apply-to-me 16 year old as soon as I get behind the wheel in my hometown. Which happens to be LA. Speeding with the windows down, The Shins blasting, smoking, texting, wondering what will become of me in a land mired in gluttonous superficiality and mountains that feel like they were painted on t…