The LA driving experience reminds me a lot of Game of Thrones. You’re always leaving where you live to go to places you don’t want to go in the first place. Next thing you know, you’ve got Brienne of Tarth wanting to cut your hands off and not letting you get off the fucking freeway. You may be accosted by anyone as beautiful as Daenerys Targaryen or as ugly as the Hound. The only real difference...winter is never coming. So, it’s basically real life Westeros with more humor. If you’re lucky you might get the bird from a little person. And if you’re very lucky, that little person might actually be Peter Dinklage.
It’s possible. One time DMX flipped me off. Amazing, right? It could have gone either way really, he was driving a remote control car through traffic on Pico and Westwood, and it just so happened that I ran it over. But anyway, those are the real life traffic highlights out here. I find that significantly more exciting than driving next to a car in San Francisco with no one in it, or getting the finger from a Tommen Baratheon-looking character in Kansas. It’s not worth sharing those stories with anyone. But having Halle Berry run you over in her Range Rover, priceless.