Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.

The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn't seem as funny anymore.

And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can't help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old fashioned hot box.

Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.

In Los Angeles, everything is 100 percent organic, except the people.

See, that's the thing about L.A.- When you've mastered the art of feeling lonely in a room full of people, that's when you know.

A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly.