Bowl Of Peas: The San Fernando Valley

I live in a bowl full of peas, literally I am surround full of hills that metaphorically always reminded me of a bowl. The San Fernando Valley was always filled with peas which were people that generally are the same but not as exact; a big chucky of the population were all Hispanic but not all were the same. In a bowl of peas you would receive whether the good nice evergreen round pea or get the one everyone always threw out just because it look a little rotten or just a strange dark, brownish pea that just rather not eat. And there is the rest which aren’t really notice, mostly just as if you were an extra in a movie, but doesn’t really shine bright enough to be acknowledge as a star.
Myself, growing up I always felt as a simply ordinary