My Neighborhood

This is where I live.

We just got back from the best movie theater in the world, the Arclight (Hollywood).

I'm eating a piece of toast from a nearby Russian bakery, which Tracy picked up as she walked home from Whole Foods.

There are a lot of people walking their dogs on our street.

Some of them are guys holding hands with guys.

Traffic sucks because the Oscars are held about a mile away, right next to my subway entrance.

Kat Von D's tattoo parlour is a few blocks away.

A Pinkberry just opened five minutes by foot in another direction—

Right next to a good college friend's apartment, where we sometimes catsit.

And, from the other side of our building, comes the silliest, most anthemic, loudest Russian pop music I have ever heard. Sort of klezmer-meets-American Idol, with a healthy helping of Kanye and Britney Spears. Seriously— it could be a Russian wedding medley.

I love West Hollywood.