One of the things I\u2019ll remember til the day I die, when I lived in LA around maybe 2005 I was walking through Hollywood once and ended up on the sidewalk behind this most stereotypical midwestern tourist family, all a bit rotund, oversized t-shirts and shorts and fanny packs
And the sidewalk \u2013 this wasn\u2019t the terrazzo black w/red stars Hollywood Walk of Fame, it was just grey concrete but mixed with glass specks so it catches the light and sparkles
Anyway I have my own issues and they\u2019re walking slow and I\u2019m totally worked up into resenting them as un-self-aware buffoons
And the dad, who has this goddamn walrus mustache and a belly that leads the way by 6 inches, he turns back to his family and says in this deadpan I\u2019ll never forget, \u201clook, the streets really are paved with broken dreams\u201d
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