I'm actually behind the Orange Curtain. If you saw the old TV show 'The OC,' yeah, THERE. I don't remember, something like 7-9 miles due north of Disneyland.
LA is in a perpetual state of meltdown, bits of it go every month. Those idiots raised the minimum wage for the city to $15/hour and now the fast food jobs are disappearing. But that dirtbag Garcetti is crowing because the people who DON'T lose their jobs are pushed into a higher tax bracket so the government makes more money. Meanwhile some 13,500 apartment buildings are of a style that cannot be fully retrofitted to survive an 8.5 earthquake as is the great paranoia of occurring out here. The cities are trying to let the owners raise rent "Slightly" but not enough to cover the cost of the less than full retrofit that'll survive something fairly big but not the full bogeyman.
rentjungle.com said:
As of June 2016, average apartment rent within the city of of Los Angeles, CA is $2585. One bedroom apartments in Los Angeles rent for $2282 a month on average and two bedroom apartment rents average $2979.
LA County is something around $1,500/month. Theoretically you should make $7,500 a month to rent an LA apartment and $4,500 a month to rent an LA County apartment. While $2,500/month would be about a 30 year mortgage monthly payment on a $500,000 house, you don't find many slumdog places like that in LA.
There's been beach bums for time immemorium. They used to call them beachcombers. And for about as long there's been local terrorists getting arrested for terrorizing the OTHER taxpayers who paid more to make those beaches happen than the locals did. One city recently tore down what they called 'The Fortress' where the locals operated out of to terrorize the area.
And then there's the alien base.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/06/19/malibu-underwater-alien-base_n_5493186.html
swbluto said:
In the case of meltdown where the beggers come to me expecting for sympathy, expecting some kind of handout, then acting like they deserve it more than me and thanking me /not/ at all; I'll have my smith&wesson ready for those types. I can't count how many times I've experienced that dynamic, though I'm not entirely sure if they've been (mostly) in my (bad) dreams or real life. :lol:
I feel like some parts of my life have been a bad dream, lol.
Like, I'm not really sure if some things I remember (At least, I used to remember, lol.) actually happened in real life, because the details I recall just seem unbelievably awful for 'normal life'.
Darn, I meant to say "Rooms for RELATIVES." I got the S&W and the Sig, but I just don't go turning it on family, even if Ma and a sister got off warning shots at one I'd love to get first. (Hey, I could send HIM to you. . . .)
so I was starting my senior year secure in the knowledge I'd already become a graduate, working and saving money, out of the awful private school I'd started at. . . .When suddenly Dad told me he was terminally ill. Because he knew I'd be the one taking care of him. So much for getting out of that nut house in the next few months. The older brothers and sisters started escaping while this was going on, but started coming back once Dad was gone. . . .
. . . .But Ma left town shortly after. Four years later I'm somehow on track to get the degree on time, working, what would be a place of my own but I got two derelict brothers there trying to deal drugs and sell my stuff off. The one particular one got so bad he got the boot. What a relief. Except others decide this made it safe to move in. I come home from work and here's my sisters kids watching the TV, she's cooking dinner. Wanted to dump the most recent guy she was living with, didn't bother to ask before moving in. When the next sister wanted to move in, she asked---the other sister who was there. Then the fight started with the brother still there, the 2nd sister wanted his room and thought she could bitch her way into it. The drug problem had grown worse.
So another sister shows up and starts pushing the stuff out of the two little girls' room, saying her family was living there and she had a right to move it. As in, again, without asking. And without asking one of the other sisters had the lock changed (Not sure how she got the key anyway, the brother still there said he didn't get it for her.) Oh, she at least gave me a key to my house.
But she also started making demands about the work SHE wanted done to the house that, too bad, I couldn't afford. But she was trying to get people started doing it anyway, can you believe they'd try to argue that they got to hang around and get paid? I'd ask "Do you want me to get the police or do you want me to get the gun? Your call." I gave very short explanations about how when a mentally ill woman tries to get you to work on SOMEONE ELSE'S house, you tell her NO!
Oh, my life is actually WORSE than I remember, because I try not to think about it. But memories intrude. Pretty much everything about growing up was a bad dream, then it continued some. (NONE of it being my fault.) The one good thing that comes of it is I really, REALLY learned how to tell people no, to enforce no, how to realize that when they're yelling about what a bad guy I am it's because I'm the good guy, etc. Time proves me right, 100% of the time. When I was growing up the neighbors used to say things like how noone who didn't know our family would ever guess the washing machine could fly through the window any moment. Now they say they could never guess I grew up in a family where the washing machine could fly through the window any moment. Recently I met this woman, Angela. I was telling her a little about my family. She laughed and said I was "Exaggerating." She's so cute, I should marry her. But then she'd be in for a shock meeting the rest of my family. I could just see when I'm taking her up to Mom's, suddenly the washing machine comes through the window . . . .
. . . .Knew that was coming, eh? If you let things happen, you're life will seem like a bad dream. If you MAKE things happen, such as flushing the family drug dealers inventory down the toilet every day if necessary, you'll wake up to a better day. Maybe not instantly, but it'll happen. For all the sweating the lack of a full time job I'm doing okay overall and MUCH BETTER than I ever did around the rest of my family. So the Mother and Sister who said I was so horrible for booting the one brother would both just happen to end up trading shots with him. I'm sure they're both mad at me for not finishing him off before they had THEIR problems with him.