When I think of Los Angeles

One of my coworkers said he was visiting L.A. over the weekend.  When I think of Los Angeles I think of angry people.  Crowds of bad manners. People crapping in greenbelt planters.  When I think of Los Angeles I think of riots, protests.  Angry people that love being angry.  People that love to have hurt feelings. People that want to cause trouble because for them that is fun.  People who love to be led astray.  When I think of Los Angeles I think of people who like to pretend.  They pretend so exquisitely they forget they are fake.  I see the images but I can't feel any connection to  the things that are there.  I deliver the L.A. Times newspaper once a week.  Living in the Inland Empire I feel distant from other parts of California.  Like no one wants to admit the I.E. is part of California.  Like this is some dirty little secret.