wolfe but sad @wolfgang@awoo.space

the only other dispensary i've been to in la was a place that i can only conclude is run by tom haverford and jean ralphio saperstein

dark, loud music, everyone yelling over the loud music, colorful flashing lights everywhere, branding intended for people who use the word swag unironically; and while there's nothing morally wrong or w/e with any of those things,,, the combination of all of them was a bit overwhelming

it was pretty much peak la area dispensary

rn i definitely dislike la, but after visiting some early-gentrification young-hipster places in downtown (gigantic bookstore in an old building, food market like the one in like every european city, dispensary that wasn't sensory hell and was run mostly by locals my age), i would hereby like to conjecture:

in the parallel universe where i was born and grew up in the la area (and still couldn't drive), i'd have loved-hated it in much the same way i love-hate the tlv area back home in our universe

generally i feel like la is extremely segregated, and the main way of enforcing that segregation is car dependency (and probably some aggressive policing that i just hadn't had the chance to see)

la is the exemplification of everything that's wrong with the usa. if you wanna make an american city, whatever you do, look at what la did, and do the exact opposite

i hate the bad parts of la because i don't wanna get robbed and i hate the good parts of la because i don't wanna be in a car dependent segregated community

neither warm NOR safe!!! you lied to me song!!!!!

yeah i'm ready to leave la right now haha 🙃 too bad i've got three more days here

1. i'm ok and physically in a different place now

2. i just got robbed(?) for the first time in my life by a mob of very angry teenagers. the damage: 2$ i had in my pocket, a small bottle of hand sanitizer, and lifelong trauma

are these nonverbal periods even real? am i making it up because i have a desperate hypochondriac need to self diagnose all the time? where is the line between being unable to talk and not wanting to talk? should i force myself to talk when i can but don't want to? what amount of inconvenience from non-talking justifies the inconvenience of forcing myself to talk?

i'm right on the edge of verbality rn where i can manage a few syllables at a time, especially when spoken to

laughed out loud thinking about an idea for a stupid music video edit, where it's titled something like "pov: the winner takes it all but you're nonverbal today"

and the video itself is the unmodified music video

it starts with that nice long piano intro,

and then after the first line ("i don't wanna talk") it just fades to black and ends

dude i'm sitting here wearing wolf ears, a bushy tail, and a collar from the pet store; you REALLY don't need to call me sir

i'm sorry but i was told i'd be safe and warm if i was in la; but so far everywhere that's indoors has ac on full blast and i'm still freezing cold wearing three layers 🥶😑

i have been in a sunny place for literally five days and my skin has already gotten darker (and redder, oops)

oh, ohoho, oh poor past wolfgang who hadn't yet realized how much gosh dang caffeine was in those tasty starbucks drinks

what are the chances i could order food at the hotel restaurant without: 1. making eye contact, 2. speaking, 3. explaining what's up, 4. having the authorities called on me, or 5. in like 2-12 hours when i can speak/eye-contact again, having people who remember me think i was faking earlier

tools available to me: a smartphone with 13% battery, a pen with no paper, and some israeli and american sign languages

oops i did it again

more than anything else: more than destructive notions of profit over people, more than hundreds of coups and proxy wars and countless dead worldwide, more than the invention of the car or the personal computer or the skyscraper -- the united states' biggest and most impactful contribution to the rest of the world is by far: the hamburger

the hamburger, almost always with fries, is one of my favorite foods in the world, and i have tasted both incredibly amazing hamburgers and unbelievably inedible hamburgers in my all too many days on this earth -- and i've seen fries ranging from the soggiest, flimsiest, burnt, cold tendrils that were once potatoes; all the way to perfect golden pieces of heaven incarnate, crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside, and ketchupped, mayonnaised, and salted to perfection.

and so, coming here, into the very belly of the beast, to the birthplace of such a wonderful food, one could imagine i'd be quite excited to try this famed favorite of mine! but will i discover that much like a lot of other things, hamburgers too are an american invention better done by other nations? or will the hamburgers in the land of hamburgers live up to the lofty expectations i hoisted upon them?

well, girls, gays, and theys, i am pleased to announce here live on our show, that except for exactly one case (in the middle of nowhere, comma, michigan, at the hotel convention place) -- every hamburger i've eaten so far in the usa, has been an absolute masterpiece.

10/10

thank you all for reading,
and god bless america

twinkies: does not taste like a twink, but does actually taste very good regardless. i like the consistency of it i think? and i don't even like cake! 8/10

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