I have to. I live in Orange County. The only thing that keeps my head in the college game at all is the hope of graduating so that I may finally leave this plastic hellhole of a land. I am nearly there, but I am also nearly at the end of my rope. Orange County is like the land that time met at a party, forgot, remembered, wined and dined, knocked up, forgot again and then ran into two years later at Malarkey's blotto off its ass with no excuse.
Nobody grows up.
People pay exorbitant sums of money for bottled water, yet lack the decency to not throw their trash in the ocean. Everybody possesses the newest technological devices and uses them at the most inappropriate times. And I just can't stand it anymore. Right at that spot by the bay where three lanes become two, a black BMW cruised up nonchalantly beside me to push its way in front of me, the driver of which was probably late for a manicure or a date with a rich real estate agent. She was on a God damned cellular phone.