The thing I like the most about California is the way nobody needs a job because we have all the illegal aliens doing all our work. And the way magic mushrooms grow out of the cow shit left on the sides of the mountains. And especially the way the smog seems to give that extra special growth process to the palm trees that sort of lean forward gasping for the last fresh gasp of the exhausts being chugged out along the hollywood freeway. It's a breath of fresh air (oops, pardon the pun!).
Just like the postcards!
