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 I ‘ve been reading this book and laughing my butt off. I find it hysterical that as a native and some one born in Hollywood I have the same beefs that he does. But as a native who has seen the city change over the last 50+ years. I ascribe it to a lot of the yahoos that move here from other places. When I was a kid people were a lot more polite. If 4 people came to a stop sign they kept pointing to each other to go first not try to slide thru when it wasn’t their turn and give you the finger when they got honked at. 

Hollywood has really changed. For one thing it used to be a safe place not any more. I spent a lot of time in Hollywood as a kid. My parents belonged to Hollywood First Presbyterian Church and I belonged to the gang of many small hooligans. The church hooligans were the PKs, TKs, MKs, CKs and EKs, and none of us were without sin. ( translation for those not brought up in a church: MK = Missionary’s kid, PK = Preacher’s kid, TK = Teacher’s kid, EK = Elder’s kid, CK = choir kid) We spent 3+ days a week there and knew every inch of the church and a lot of the neighborhood. We used to escape during second service to the liquor store to buy candy until the neighborhood changed in the late 60’s and 70’s and our parents found out.  We climbed the bell tower to see who could stay there and not have to leave because it hurt. We found out we could climb up behind the organ pipes in the attic and look out at the congregation during church. We knew how to find our way into hiding places that adults had long ago forgotten about and we used that knowledge all the time.

But Hollywood became the center of Hippie and drug culture and the neighborhood around the church changed. The day some guy tried to solicit me when I had walked to a bookstore on Hollywood Blvd  Mom lost it  I was about 16 at the time and wearing a white mini dress with tiny red roses and mary janes. ( It was in at the time). Some guy was honking and waving at me and asking me how much and I had no clue what he wanted so I went back to church and asked. Can you say naive and stupid, boys and girls?

Now a lot of people in LA are rude. They come here to be famous and act stupid. One hit wonders stand in grocery stores and hope someone recognizes them. Natives don’t care. LA is full of one hit and never hit wonders. Waiters and shop help who think their going to be the next big thing and they get bitter and nasty.  People come from other places and set up their own ghettoes here and act  like natives are intruding. 

On the other hand, there are nice people here if you can find them. Marvelous things to do and places to go. Good weather and lots of variety. I just wish people would mind their manners.  LIke not reading the directions on your car alarm so you can set it in the middle of the night without honking the damn horn. Or praying loud in Hebrew at 3 in the am outside my bedroom window. Or the silly queen next door with the harem of drunk fag hags who can’t tell the difference between midnight ( the time he thought it was [ at least he was funny]) and 2:30 on a Monday morning when we get up at 5:30am.

Anyway, I’m enjoying the book.