pictorial 2
june 27, 2002
i was sent to the hospital across from my ear specialist/allergist's place a few weeks back to do some tests. why they have to subject everyone to the hospital admission office lines is beyond me. don't they know that we have better things to do with our time than waiting around in some hospital waiting room? i mean, why can't they do our testing in their facilities? aren't they like the numero uno in the world? :p so as i made my way from my doctor's office to the hospital, i had to take a pedestrian bridge there. it made for an interesting photo opp. now, in any other country, a pedestrian bridge would be crowded, congested, lots of rushing here and there but in los angeles, a virtual ghost town, no? but i liked the way that bridge looked. sparse. utilitarian. cold. probably a sign of things to come in the hospital i'm sure. :p
while on the pedestrian bridge, i snapped a photo of my lovely house ear institute. this is where they poked the living daylights [1 : 2] out of me last year for all those grueling tests and where i come rather frequently to get checked up on my vertigo, allergies, anaphylaxis etc. it's rather pretty don't you think? and by what they charge me and my insurance company, i know where they get the funds to landscape that lawn of theirs. you'd think this building would be in some ritzy part of LA but it's not. it's in fact deep in the heart of ghetto land. but i like it better this way, there's a lot more stuff to see than stuck up folks driving their jaguars and shit with their noses in the air. hell, if i wanna see that, i'd go to my local 99 ranch market parking lot. :p i ought to get out an about on foot to snap some photos next time. on a weird sidenote, they have wonderful tortas in the area. :d
whenever i go see the movies, i always get seated in front of some asshole who has a loose foot [insert footloose theme song here] problem. the thing is, i don't tolerate things like this and always end up in a very bad mood. so of course to eradicate this problem, i now sit in the very last row at the top of the theatre. it's always really dark in that upper most top row and i often wonder what "stains" are left on the seats there since i can't see anything really. i know, it's not the 25 cent peep show or anything but you never know what the "product" of raging hormones will do to a lusty young couple up in this darkened room, especially in the summer when all that hootchie flesh is exposed. because around town, i've noticed a lot of nubile gals dressed up in skankier than thou clothes. and don't tell me that asian girls are conservative and all because from what i've seen, even *i* had to do a double take. :p
photo above shot at a local theatre whilst waiting for undercover brother to start.
solid.
