West Hollywood

Is the "gay area" of town.

All the good gay clubs are here, all the good restaurants, and all the good daytime celebrity sightings (as long as we're not at the Arclight or the intersection of Hollywood and Vine). Three cars blasting Cher drive around the corner on which I stand in a span of fifteen minutes. The American Apparel store here only carries clothes for men. Two male construction workers still wearing their hard hats roll by, holding hands.

I turn in the direction of the sun, and take off my jacket.