YO YO EXODUS

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© Joe Gri
Yo Yo Exodus
Maybe you're tired of LA. Or maybe you're just getting old.
Fed up with graffiti. Had it with litter. Your eyes all the time irritated.
Maybe you're so totally over the concrete, the gridlock, the no parking/ever; the scofflaw cyclists three abreast blocking your lane.
Maybe you're pissed hopscotching your footpath to paradise. Pitbulls off leash at your favorite park; the nerve of coyotes staring you down like you were some bunny ascared of the dark.
Maybe you no longer marvel at forms once fantastic. The Hollywood Bowl, it's just such a hassel. The curve of the ramp from the 105 East to the 110 North panics you. The sleeveless starlets at The Ivy: not even so much as a side-eyed glance. Maybe you ought to move along.
Yeah that was only an aftershock: The Big One's still coming. Get ready for a week of record high temps. The sidewalk and beaches belong to The Homeless, not you.
Your friends all moved away. Not you.
Great cities take payment in grit and forgiving.
Maybe you're tired of LA. Or maybe you're tired of living.
It'll cost you bank to stay in The Show. Pay up.
Have mercy.
Don't go.

©JoeGri