Ian
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Ian
People born and raised in LA will tell you it's a great place: perfect weather, beautiful beaches, and tasty tacos. However, I believe LA is a proverbial armpit. It's where lovers quickly graze their fingers while moving onward to sexier locales - maybe south to a more beautiful San Diego, north to chillaxing Santa Barbara, or West to drown themselves in deep water to avoid shallow people. My lovely girlfriend made LA her priority, so we broke up; her legs migrated to smoggy horizons to chase cinematic dreams. I cleaned off my passport with warm tears.
This story of LA could be anywhere. It could be your hometown, garage, or backyard - a once great place no longer good. I'm on a plane to Mexico torn away from family, friends, and avoiding thoughts of "her". This is a story about me, and also about you. This is a story about removing the veil of monotony to make commuting, lunch, and showers more interesting. This is a story about starting over with sights never imagined. This is a story about people and our shared a concept of love.