In the meantime, I am trying my darnedest to enjoy the here and now. Which means that I am trying to do "L.A. things" that I've been meaning to do. On Monday, Marshall and I hopped on the train and rode it North several stops to the city of Watts. The historic Watts riots happened here, after the Rodney King shooting, so there is a history of racial tension, as well as poverty. It's improved since then, but still remains as a predominately non-white, lower income neighborhood.
On our way to our destination, Marshall and I saw this rad staircase and as we stopped to take pictures, we definitely got heckled at by some middle school kids. I laughed cuz I was skeered. Kids are so mean!
We moseyed on over to the Watts Towers, which was our final destination, and my final "L.A. thing" to see. The Watts Towers boils down to being beautiful folk art. The story goes that a man named Simon Rosia, in 1921, began to build these cement sculptures/towers (ordained with reclaimed materials like glass, tile, bottles, rocks, etc.) in his backyard and continued to work on it for 34 years.
If you ever come to L.A., GO HERE. Make sure you take a friend, cuz it's kind of sketch, but GO!