Two things I saw today that reaffirmed for me that, yes, I live in LA:

1) A young man sitting on the curb not half a block from my house, waiting for the bus, with full Maori face tattoos.
2) A man pushing around an ice cream cart… except he was selling powdered corn with ketchup on it… and the ice cream cart was a shopping cart… and the corn was kept in a big black trash bag… and the condiments were kept in a paper grocery bag. Despite this man’s dubious distinction of owning the most Ghetto Ice Cream Cart in all of Los Angeles, he was able to sell corn to every kid on my block.