Who’s boiling now?

When I go back to Los Angeles it seems to be more intense than it used to be.  I lived in Malibu for seventeen years and drove into the city every day.  Granted, it got a little more crowded and took a little longer every year on the Pacific Coast Highway, but at the time it didn’t seem too bad.

I guess it’s like that experiment:  Put a frog in hot water and he jumps out.  Put him in cool water and slowly bring the water to a boil.  The frog doesn’t notice and he doesn’t jump out.

Are the people in LA like the frog?  Boiling away without noticing?  They used to be more laid back, didn’t they?  And what sick bastard tried that frog experiment in the first place?

Now, God, going to LA is like going to New York.  I lived there for a few years as well, and it was always intense, friendly but boilingly intense.  Don’t get me wrong, everyone in LA is still friendly, but busy, boiling friendly.  Like the frog, you know what I mean?

I guess they’ve caught up to all the boiling New Yorkers.  In any case, I don’t love LA like I used to.

What’s odd is, I still love New York.  Well, not so much in the winter.   And yes, I know boilingly isn’t a word.