today on the way to work, i was driving through south central los angeles as usual, listening to my ipod as usual (through the car stereo, not headphones. don’t worry, i’m safe), and then i saw this guy flipping out on the opposite sidewalk. sort of jumping up and down and flailing around a little. now, i didn’t hear him so i can’t say for sure, but once i got closer and drove past him, i became almost certain that he was a 40-50 year old gray-haired black man having an argument with a telephone pole. honest to god, we was looking directly at it and very animatedly yelling. he was hopping, he was so mad. he even kicked it a few times, which i can only imagine made him madder — the telephone pole didn’t seem to back down even an inch.

i really love living in the city.

[now hearing this: gang starr mp3’s.]