L.A. winters are bulls**t

Okay, it’s December and I’m still wearing t-shirts in the daytime so I know this is a petty, petty thing to complain about but my semi-weekly homage to pedestrian travel has become way too fragrant.

Of course, part of the problem is the uncharacteristically large (for L.A.) lots you find on my errand route: dump a bunch of steer manure in a few Echo Park yards, no big deal; trowel it on in three Hancock Park lots (in a row!) and you have one stinky stroll–or sprint–on your hands.

Maybe it’s time to check out the services in K-town. Or maybe I’ll just do my errands in Malibu and hit the beach afterwards.