Frosted Flakes: Driving In LA, The 405, And The Hell That I Deserve

I took a ten-day vacation just now. I’m back. I’m ready to tell you about it. I’m sure you’re excited. I promise this isn’t a slide show.

I didn’t mind driving in LA. I didn’t. This wasn’t the first time that my wife and I had been to LA. It wasn’t the first time that we’d taken a vacation. It was, however, the first time we’d taken a vacation as a family since my rotten son was about five years old and we went to Philmont, a Boy Scout camp that is in Cimmaron New Mexico. That trip was amazing, but it was amazing for different reasons. That trip really wasn’t a vacation for me – I was in cub scout training all week, but it was a treat for my wife and children. And Philmont is wonderfully beautiful. I was supposed to go on a trek, but my oldest son refused just before it was time and I gave up my space to a good friend so he could go with his sons. The fact that I never made that trek is one of the few regrets I have in my life.

My wife and I stayed in the LA area for 10 days. I have never even conceived the idea that I could take a 10 day vacation. I took time off from work for 10 days one time previous and it was not pleasant. We stayed in an AirBnB in Newport Beach California. Some guy, Steve, rented us his house. I looked up homes in that area, and there was one for sale a half block away for around $1.6M. 20% down payment would be around $320 grand, and the mortgage would be around $6k per month. I make a good living, but Heidi is going to have to leave me for another man if she wants that place.

The house was incredible. It was so incredible I didn’t want to leave… hmm…. Okay, that’s a lie. I loved being there, but, in LA, there is sooooo much humanity everywhere you go.