- My Latinos are ALL paying cash at the grocery store.
- One of the first building to gentrify West Adams is already 2/3 empty. Restaurant died and tenant left.
- People delivering food are either in their 20s or 60s. More and more in their 60s.
- They’re planting cactus where homeless folks plant their tents. They do it anyway, they don’t have that much choice.
- Food prices are absolutely insane and unpredictable.
- My Euro food stores had stock and survived. Until now. It’s fucking dire and I’m afraid that one will close soon. Can’t import things with additional 40% tax and make a living.
- People’s addiction to watching the world go down through their lil’ phone makes me want to slap everyone starting with Mark Zuckerberg harrrd.
- Basically ALL my Latino young skaters who would always hit the park every weekend, have been gone since the start of the year. I thought I would see some this summer. I saw one. Once.
- New cars, outside of those, are disgusting. Bloated, toad like. It’s unreal how designers can get away with cars that don’t fit roads anymore at all.
- I see small shops in small buildings and like six months later they subdivide and now you have 2 small shops in one small building.
- My brothers are down bad. Sisters losing it. It’s a slow descent.
I’m doing OK, progressing on a bunch of stuff. I think I haven’t watched a full sunset in years. Sunrize, all year long.