I first wondered why, when dressing for a Saturday night out at a popular gathering place for people hoping to partake in a classic mating ritual (read: get laid), one might choose to wear a campaign t-shirt of any kind (they don't necessarily shout 'I'm the sex god you've been looking for ever since you joined the Jon Bon Jovi fan club in the 8th grade and slept with his picture underneath your pillow every night for a year'). Aside from that, however, this particular gathering place happens to be in what is often referred to as the People's Republic of Santa Monica (you know, because it's of the liberal persuasion). I wanted to go up to the poor boy and say in gentle sincerity, "Are you lost?" and then help him figure out which freeway would take him wherever he needed to go. In all likelihood, it was the 5.
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