Man Willing to Work for Weed

It was freaking nice today.

90 degrees at noon downtown. 80 degrees on Venice Beach, where LAist investigated for your lazy asses.

We saw tourists, we saw people getting their fortunes told, we saw skateboarders, we saw gay drug dealers offering massages.

We avoided the temptation, but met up with a man who needs a job so he can get high, we saw a man who threw a cooked chicken for the birds to cannibalize, we saw people working from their lawn chairs in the shade of palm trees.

Today. November. That weather. That day. This is why we live in LA.