Michael Flores



Maybe I'm wrong, but...

...I blame them for the custom of

abbreviating the city's name to L.A.

"Gotta find somebody in L.A."

"Maybe he's not even in L.A."

"How far did you say you're going?"

"Los Angeles."


"L.A.'s good enough for me, mister."

"L.A. was the gang capital of America."

"Hello, L.A!"

"Hello, Plissken.

Welcome to L.A!"

The acronym functions here as a

slightly derisive diminutive.

Now it's become second nature,

...even to people who live here.

Maybe we adopted it as a way of immunizing

ourselves against the implicit scorn,

...but it still makes me cringe.

Only a city with an inferiority

complex would allow it.

When people say "L.A.",

...they often mean "show business."

"I'm an actress..."


And also
I can't sleep without you
No one's ever really held me like you
Not quite tightly, but certainly, I feel your body next to me
Smoking next to me
Vaping lightly next to me
And I love that you love the neon lights like me
Orange in the distance
We both love that
And I love that we have that in common
Also, neither one of us can go back to New York
For you are unmoving
As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead
Fuck the New York Post







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'You bougie.'

An omnipresent word that stands for an arbitrary concept by now devoid of any meaning.

It doesn't take much to reach bougie status.

I can see how managing to get in a 'nonflammable' Herm├Ęs blanket after twenty-two failed attempts could qualify one for the title, but how bougie is one really for declining a random head offer in a filthy yard bathroom stall?

Same goes for refusing to surrender the last thing you have control over—your body. Simply choosing not to eat two boxes of zebra cakes a day is already enough to join the bougie ranks.

Meet Debra—even though she is consistent with her routine, that fifth honey bun she religiously microwaves for four humiliating seconds at 10:57pm every night has so far failed to provide her with any supplemental guidance towards the path of enlightenment, but she's read something about perseverance in one of the motivational brochures and she keeps trying. That's right Debra, don't you ever give up.

'I'd offer you one, but you bougie', she'd say if I happen to witness it, not really meaning it, the same way people here offer me pepperoni pizza bagels and turkey fried rice, knowing well beforehand I'll decline, acting like they just remembered I don't eat meat, right after their generous offering.