What a difference LA makes

I apologize for my former slightly miserable rant.  A trip to LA was the cure (including sighting a homeless man with an Oscar, watching a drug deal go down downtown, 3 days without sleep, rooftop drinking with Swedish-style blankets, a visit to the gun range - they even had a Ryan Gosling target, various crazy people including a man with an iguana on his shoulder, catching up with old friends from home and finding new friends, the endless quest for In-N-Out burger, failing to see a single celebrity, meeting a distracted Hollywood composer who had slightly menacing messages from Tony Scott framed on his walls, Mexican mariachi band playing Christmas carols, too much snaps and a semi-violent game of Swedish musical chairs) - everything's gonna be ok.