My Morning Commute Changes My Life

Everything is Shit

 - artwork by artist JR at http://instagram.com/jr

I'm sitting on a bus somewhere in East Los Angeles. On the way to Venice, Calif. to an internship I have just decided to split ways with. Why?

Well first some background. I returned to the US on July 1st and before I landed, I had a plan that I needed as many jobs I could manage before school started. Thankfully, the economy had been progressing. The search lasted two weeks. I got two bartending jobs and an internship.

I started at a Public Relations firm that manages travel and lifestyle companies. Great company! But two weeks in, I put in my two weeks to leave. Now I tell you why.

Catch me on Line 733

My morning commute on the bus takes Washington Blvd through East LA, then drops me of in Downtown LA at the corner of Hill and Venice. The area is a trip to watch. I see a Latina squeezing, cutting and selling fruit to the public. I see cars from beaters to Bentleys pass. And then I see the several black homeless men who occasionally ask me for change. Everything is not okay.

So Good!

"Cuanto es?"
"Dos cincuenta."

$2.50 for 16oz of fresh squeezed OJ

The next bus picks me up and staggers down Venice Boulevard. It takes me 2 hours to get to where I am going and I do it to save a buck and save the environment. The former is more relevant at this moment.

South Side of LA

Once you leave downtown LA you enter mid-city. This is where we pick up the characters. Some talk to themselves while others dance in circles. Everything is a trip.

Once you get past that you go through Culver City which is the city between metropolis and coast. The bus stops in front of run down strip malls, selling a variety of ethnic food and etc. The dirty buildings vanish in the background to the more depressing character in front of it.





On the sidewalk, he lies there skinnier then Americas Next Top Model and dirtier than your average construction worker. Cigarettes lit around him as he puffs on one before setting it back down against the cement. The few beverages around him sweating pellets of water indicating that a compassionate soul was near not too long ago. My heart sinks as the bus passes him. The scene is on self repeat as the bus passes more homeless men strung out on the sidewalk near the iconic shopping cart full of shit.

I am a man

                                  - artwork from Artist JR from http://instagram.com/jr

Survival of the fittest in these parts. California is a place that boasts comfort ability and flexibility but lacks connectivity and direction. This was translated into my own personal predicament. A lack of connection and a step in the wrong direction was taking place at my internship.

Cactus Garden at my the office 

I am woman who has a plan to reach my goals. Wasting time and energy on something that is not fulfilling to the plan has to be cut out. Now I have space to create, collaborate and develop. Dandelion Zephyr is back and I look FORWARD to this experience of writing.