Space is a commodity in this city, and by “space” I mean a place to park your car. Since having a car is essential, parking becomes competitive and tempers are short when someone doesn’t follow the rules. Hell, tempers are short if you don’t move your car fast enough when the light turns green, if there’s no green arrow to make a left, if you aren’t moving fast enough in traffic, if there’s a pedestrian in your way, if you have to wait for more than ten seconds ANYWHERE while in the car….the list goes on and on. It would seem that spending hours in compact spaces makes people more keen on risking their lives than getting somewhere safely or exercising caution. We are a city of cars. Cars that we live in, spending a preposterous amount of time traveling even two miles across town. At the end of the day, after an hour of driving home from work, if I didn’t have a parking space at my apartment, kept expressly for myself, and for which I probably pay an extra $100 a month, there’s no telling what I would do if I had to spend another twenty minutes searching for a space only to find that my neighbor has thoughtlessly occupied several potential spaces with his vehicle. Close-to-the-door kind of spaces – because sometimes the place you park your car is two blocks away from home.
Therefore, if you decide to drunkenly park your car and thereby take up more than your fair share of space, you will be considered an asshole and may as well come out of the house with a bucket full of soapy warm water and a hand mitt in the morning, because the following will most likely be the loving gift left by your neighbors:
“Hey Jack – WTF? LEARN HOW TO PARK This AINT NYC! :(”
These pics were taken on Wednesday. I am told the person who owns this vehicle has yet to emerge.
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 
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