Just across the alley from my internship is this former sculptor’s studio. The arched wooden ceiling letting in abundant natural light caught the eyes of a group of forward-thinking investors who have purchased the property to convert it into a restaurant.
Down the street is the 76 station where I bought my first tank of L.A. gas. While I was at the pump, a man driving a charming antique sedan hailed me to request twenty dollars for the fuel to get his family home.
Not far from the pump, I saw a man urinating beneath this eccentric signage. To the left you can see the Hollywood sign if you stand in the puddle.
That’s all for now, friends. Until next time,