Urine-town

I was walking behind this cute little old lady today.



Then it hit me. It hit me like a smack in the face, I shuttered and shook my head in disgust trying to fight my body from inhaling.



It was as if urine has fermented and had an awful rubbing alcohol-y stench.



Upon closer inspection, little-yes, but cute-no. the brown bits at the top of her pants, weren't her midriff showing, her hat wasn't only tiny, but that of an "american girl" dolls, her purse from a dumpster.



The smell was her. That smell that had physically assaulted me moments earlier was....her.



I have got to get out of L.A.