(I wrote this entry on the plane on my way to Detroit, Mi)
Not sure how long exactly, but I've been on this plane for some time now. I fell asleep for a while so it adds to the confusion. I can see the big lake. It's huge. It's oceanic. A thick haze is looming over it. Probably belonging to thousands of car's exist pipes, power plants, cattle farts, and who knows what else. I'll be landing soon, I think. I'm bored to tears in this seat, but I'm not exactly thrilled about landing in Detroit, either. I've read on several occasions that Detroit has been rated the country's number one highest for crime - and that's fine. LA isn't a candy land either. Hollywood in the 1980's was real bad. I remember. Cracked-out junkies wandered the streets like something out of "Night of the Living Dead", wide-eyed and eying every car that passed. They were everywhere. But, at some point they disappeared; not sure whereabouts, maybe they migrated Downtown and are squatting on Skid Row. Maybe they died. I don't know. But to relate it to Detroit - it may be better not to believe the hype.
Not sure how long exactly, but I've been on this plane for some time now. I fell asleep for a while so it adds to the confusion. I can see the big lake. It's huge. It's oceanic. A thick haze is looming over it. Probably belonging to thousands of car's exist pipes, power plants, cattle farts, and who knows what else. I'll be landing soon, I think. I'm bored to tears in this seat, but I'm not exactly thrilled about landing in Detroit, either. I've read on several occasions that Detroit has been rated the country's number one highest for crime - and that's fine. LA isn't a candy land either. Hollywood in the 1980's was real bad. I remember. Cracked-out junkies wandered the streets like something out of "Night of the Living Dead", wide-eyed and eying every car that passed. They were everywhere. But, at some point they disappeared; not sure whereabouts, maybe they migrated Downtown and are squatting on Skid Row. Maybe they died. I don't know. But to relate it to Detroit - it may be better not to believe the hype.
...I have that Paul Simon song about Detroit playing on loop in my head.
"It's carbon and monoxide
The old Detroit perfume
It hangs on the highways
In the morning
And it lays you down by noon
Oh Papa Hobo
You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy
But I feel like a clown
It's a natural reaction I learned
In this basketball town"
Great song. Such a pleasant voice Paul Simon has.
We just landed. So far, the city looks straight out of 1920. The architecture is very traditional. I can see lots of barn-like structures as well, from my airplane window. Everyone is standing in their isles but me. I can almost smell the faint aroma of classic, American Culture; something that is more diluted, and less refined in LA.
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