It was 1999 and I was going to be living in West L.A (Culver city).

I went downtown L.A with my landlord to help him move some stuff to storage as I was going to be living in his apartment as of that day.

When someone in Bulgaria hears Los Angeles, they see the palms and all the good shit from the movies, but they can't imagine that there are lots of poor people just pushing shopping carts around and struggling to get their "daily fix" - being that food or something that makes them feel better.

Anyway so we walk by on the sidewalk and a few people seating down with cardboard notes attached to their necks, or on the side of their mobile garage/cart.

I am a Korea vet/Vietnam vet, ex-teacher, ex-whatever people expecting to get some money from the people who walk around there.

As anyone who lives in LA would tell ya, that you work in downtown LA, you shouldn't live there, koz it's shit.

So these people apparently are waiting for the money of the bankers and the others who have business there.

I was approached by some guy who was telling me all about his miserable life and how a few bucks would help him out tremendously.

I gave him a dollar.

It was the day after I had spent one homeless night myself and slept under the LA stars, because my money had ran out for the $200/day hotel I had found my first day there.

Everyone can become homeless or be brought to the level of these beggars, especially in the land of dreams on credit.

Enough sap stories....

Love the blog, love your Bulgarian name - Karolinka :)

I drink coffee and know people who cook BG food.

Don't be shy

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Andrey

P.S don't read my blog!