Get Me Out Of This City.
June 23rd, 2009 Posted in Life As A NicoNo, I’m not lamenting Los Angeles as much as I am lamenting life in L.A. L.A. is a fine city by all means, in contrast with what a lot of people, heretofore known as “haters”, might think about it. That’s fine, you can hate L.A., because we know that that dislike is founded on weak stereotypes and inexperience.
That’s a rant for another time…
But I still need to leave LA. Not just because I would love to see Chicago, or because I am stoked to hit up NYC again, but because life has been getting stagnant. No new music to report. Dearth of blog posts. No new exciting freelance projects. Work is a regular-kind-of-busy for agency life.
Maybe my desire to leave the city is melodramatic.
I think what has been really getting me down is that I’m really fucking itchy.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a flea problem.
And it is making me murderously insane.
I have an idea who is responsible. There is this fluffy grey cat that likes to hang out on my porch in late afternoons. He’s got one bad eye that looks like it came from a scratch in a cat-on-cat fight. There’s no collar on him, so I don’t think he has an owner.
Come to think of it, the cat kind of looks like a wandering, vagrant badass. If he were able to talk, I imagine he’d rasp as fiercely as a crazy war veteran. “I’ve seen some things, man, and some stuff. I wouldn’t recommend it!“
In any case that’s my closest culprit, especially since the infestation seems to have stemmed from the porch itself. I can’t smoke cigarettes out there without 4-5 of these little motherfuckers hitching a ride on my Nico pants. It also seems they’ve been tracked into the house because I’ve set up a flea trap in my kitchen and I’ve caught 5, and even as I constantly flea bomb my living room and bedroom, I still wake up with new bites.
All of the DIY strategies have been exhausted, have yielded slain fleas, but no matter how many times I repeat the process, I’ve still got a flea population. I’ve finally made my landlady privy to the situation and she’s going to hire a professional. And she should be concerned since she lives in the same building.
There. This is the reason for my silence. It’s very difficult to have my usual positive disposition when I want to tear my fucking flesh off of my body.
Chicago and New York, I’m hoping you will get my mind off this.
two words: that. sucks.
hope chicago is marvelous and wonderful and you have a good time. wish i could be there seeing you. and everyone else too.
Fleas are the worst effing problem in the universe. OMG. I feel your pain. Borax helps a bit. But still.
Are you leaving for good? Cuz that will be sad :(
Fleas without actually having your own pet? That’s just not fair.
Actually, mine is founded on good solid experience.
1988-Laid off in the Great Aerospace Slaughter that followed the “peace dividend” and saw Southern California’s economy collapse.
1992-Saw 6 years of drought end in one month, causing me to understand why Sepulveda Park is a flood control basin. Saw fire engines washed off the roads.
1992-Cruised through South Central LA 15 minutes before the Rodney King Riots.
1992-Watched the fires coming over the Malibu Hills from Newbury Park
1992-Watched the mudslides in the Malibu Hills resulting from the fires
1994-Was renderd homeless by the Northridge quake
1994-Moved to the safety of San Jose. Didn’t want to stick around to see what else happened after massive unemployment, riots, fires, floods and earthquakes.
Still hate LA, and will never go back there willingly.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Could you light tons of incense and live in a smoky haze? Would that deter them?
Have fun in Chicago! Hope the fleas get evicted quickly. Oh, and LA will miss you. See you on the flip side.