Last week I went to an improv show at UCB called “Only in LA” where they ask the audience for tidbits about their “only in LA” experiences and do a show based off the best suggestion. The thing about the comedy scene in LA is that almost no one is actually from LA so most of the suggestions were like “someone said something racist to me!” “this crazy thing happened to me while I was pumping my own gas!” and “I had a conversation with a homeless person.” Part of me wanted to be like “screw you, this is my citayy” but the other part of me had the existential thought that I might not know what an “only in LA” experience is because it’s pretty much all I’ve ever known.
To me, LA is my high school econ teacher giving us really specific life advice like “if the police are trying to pull you over because of your skin color, make sure to pull over in a gas station because gas stations have cameras and the police aren’t going to mess with you there.” To be fair, this is probably pretty solid life advice. Live by it. It’s also reading Animal Farm in 11th grade and having the teacher ask the class “Hey, you guys have seen pigs right?” and then go on and on about what pigs are like without anyone chiming in and saying “eff you, we have a county fair.”
Honestly, those are probably just stories I collected living in an urban area and not even LA stories. Today I finally got my LA story that I know is an LA story and I am super stoked about it. I found out that my friend’s dad co-wrote and directed one of my favorite ever cult movies — Bubba Ho-Tep. You have no idea how happy this makes me.