There is a place where automobiles don’t run on batteries or gasoline and the news cycle isn’t found on the television. The internet does not exist and neither does the plastic surgery that came along with it. Buildings are made out of brick and flowers are preserved in gold. Things are made to last and technology is considered an insult to the human intellect. Hard working people triumph whilst the vain struggle. This place does exist. Why, its location may be familiar to you and its name notorious. 

Los Angeles, California. 

“How can that be,” you may ask.

Well, once you turn the page, you can be there too. I will warn you, this is not a tale for the feeble minded nor the faint of heart. It contains a very grotesque subject matter. Not one of blood or gore, but the most insulting, disturbing kind. The kind that is on everyone’s mind. 

Hope. 

It is in the silence of the in-between and the noisy static of a crowd. It torments the youth and comforts the disheartened. Not only does Los Angeles need hope, but so does America. Luckily for you, it can be found just North of Sunset.