Californication

Californication of Pulp Fiction

Bright lights, big city, nothing is as it seems. Why wouldn’t people think that California is the ‘hip’ place to be, for is it not just that?

High fashions, big money, and the perfect ‘image’ of fake boobs and collagen.

It is were a person can go to be ‘made’ into whatever they desire. The everlasting dream of Los Angeles; the American dream of fame and fortune, to see and to be seen.

They can pretend to be whomever they want, and no one will care because they, too, wear a mask of deception. It’s where a person can go to ‘reinvent’ themselves.

This reinvention is driven by what some people would call the dark power of fame, fortune, and greed.

California is the driver, the monster of ‘look at who I am, not at what I am. I will chew you up and spit you out” if I so desire.

People from all over the world has vied to go to California for over a hundred years. They have desired to change the life they have been given into something bigger, better, and what they perceive, to be brighter. But is this dream just an ideological falsehood?

You get what you pay for. No wonder pulp fiction and film noire thrive in Los Angeles! Unless you have a lineage connected to L.A. or you are ‘the one in a million’ this place is cheap and dark!

It is filled with poverty, knock-offs, and broken dreams. When you walk down the street, you don’t see what California calls what is ‘hip’! You see the ones that it has chewed up and spit out!

This is not hip! This is pretentious, false, and quite frankly, bullshit! Hip is not shouting to the world “Look at me and what I have!” It is not the Paris Hiltons or Kim Kardashians fame for being famous!

Hip is being real, and not caring what others think. You go with the flow! It does not start in California, it ends in California!