"If New York is World War II, LA is Vietnam"
The L.A. vibe is wrinkles caulked with make-up, fading high-budget marketing for something no one saw, no one bought, black SUV gliding away from a distant sound of gunshots, the cookout smell of roasting corn, a sixteen-year-old vomiting on gleaming travertine.
It’s really about how L.A. is the most haunted city. Because like eight out of ten people move here to become famous or rich or both, and none of them get that. You know? None of them—one out of every 2000 might get some character acting or whatever. And that’s cool. I’m glad everyone follows their dreams, but they come and the dreams don’t come true. So I feel like L.A. is haunted by more unfulfilled desire than anywhere. Cause it’s really an ego place. If most of ’em get a taste of fame, they would crumble under the weight of the attention anyway. You know? They wouldn’t be able to handle it. I think about that when it’s windy here and you feel the weirdness in the air. I think that’s, like, 100 years of failed dreams here.
"the center of Los Angeles is the intersection of Alvarado and Wilshire"