The part of california I miss most is the sun. Cloudless days sitting outside eating burgers from one of Los Angeles’ 5.4 million burger establishments (“In & Out”:http://www.in-n-out.com/ being the king of them all), or lounging in patio chairs reading “Naked”:http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0316777730/qid=1054753648/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_1/002-1553183-5701666?v=glance&s=books&n=507846 and wondering if that girl by the pool should be out in the sun with so much saline on her chest, or just admiring the city’s streets from the window of our rented car.
*The sun was always out.*
Big, beautiful, and hot. This could cause a problem eventually, while in LA the valley hit temperatures of 106 degrees and it’s only spring. The thought of summer in LA makes my stomach turn, but I’m a pasty white boy from New York, I need all the sun I can get.
The moral of this story is basically, in New York it has been raining for 2 months. Everybody in New York is tired of the rain. It drains the life out of you, slowly destroying your self esteem. I need some sun damn it. Sun.
*Please stop the rain.*