Dateline Westwood, 4pm. I just saw a young woman on the sidewalk in front of a big hotel there, drink in hand, take off her dress, run up and down the block stark naked, in front of several families with their kids, and then put her dress back on and bawl out her friend, screaming at her that she is a f-ing idiot for not remembering to put them on the list for some club they were planning to go to. While the hotel staff cheered her on.
There are times I feel like I’m getting carried away and being hyperbolic with my fall of civilization shtick. But whenever I start to think that, it never takes more than ten minutes for the world to send me a sign that I don’t take it nearly far enough.