Against the World

The only time I ever miss home is when I go on Facebook and see all the QT I’m missing out on over there. Other than that.. Cali is winning by a landslide! LA is definitely crazy as hell, but Long Beach seems to balance it out. On my first weekend in the city of angles, I got cum thrown on me in my own car. Yes, I said.. I got cum thrown on me in my own car. Lets not even go there because his eyes still haunts me sometimes at night and the coke I splattered all over my interior is a working progress. Moving onto the second weekend in LA, when I witnessed a full on pound for pound street fight. As Derrick and I were walking Hollywood Blvd. enjoying our time and admiring all the lights, I hear this chick telling her boyfriend while they’re unlocking their bikes that the people wouldn’t hire her. When he asked, “Who wouldn’t hire you?” She yelled, “Those two mother fuckers in that bar right there wouldn’t give me a damn job!” As I’m laughing to myself because I can’t seem to understand why.. another guy walks by and does it out loud! So she chases after him. As he’s pretending to not hear her squawking, a white boy comes out of nowhere and posts up to 4 black dudes with both fists in the air. Derrick and I simultaneously say, “oh hell no” and turned around along with the goose lady, but the hood in me did another 180 when I heard one of the guys shout “No, let them.. he wants to throw down.” So for a good minute on the main street of Los Angeles, these two guys were exchanging full blows to the face and body. The white boy takes the black guy down to the ground and that’s when the black guy got him in a guillotine as soon as they touched dirt. Next thing you know one of the other black guy comes in and punches the white boy twice on the back of his head. I shout, “WHAT THE FUCK!! Don’t do that!” And if Derrick hadn’t grabbed my arm I would’ve gotten into some trouble for sure. The guy puts his palms in the air and said “its over!” so I say, “That is NOT COOL!” as I'm walking away because a) I’m red b) I don’t do well with the police. I don’t know why that got me so angry. I wasn’t even mad when that dirty ass man reached his hands into my window and violated me with his bodily fluids. But seeing those two hits triggered some repressed emotions or something because I had to stop, take a breath, and collect myself. Other than those two horrible experiences in LA, California is either a hit or miss. Everyone I’ve met so far is either a rapper or an actor or a writer or summin like dat. Which is cool with me.. but the cooler ones were this boy on a skateboard who gave me a donut (they never look twice.) And the man on the street who handed Tasha and I incense on Easter. He told me I looked like an oriental Pocahontas. But my ultimate favorite is John Morris. I had only been in Long Beach for a week but not working and the sun made my hours seem more like days.. until I walked into Legends looking for a job. When I walked out, an angel approached me. John had over heard my conversation with the hostess and happens to be the general manager at McKenna’s on the Bay. Pressing forward, I now have two jobs here in southern California. I just completed 2 days of training as a bud tender and tomorrow I start my first day of training cocktailing at Mckenna’s - with the sickest view evaaa.. I’m lovin it. My coworkers at the marijuana dispensary are all chill.. duhhh. And I’m getting more and more comfortable here. I contemplated for a second if taking that second job could hurt my image someday when I’m this big star all over everyone’s screen. But as my sister Ran reminded me, “you’re only going to make it big by being yourself.” So I’m going all out!!