Descriptive Essay About Venice

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Venice is one of those places in LA that you want and have to visit -- if you’re not from LA. I’ve already seen it. The canal, the body builders, and the ridiculous tshirts that only someone stoned would buy. But I’m not from Venice. fourteen miles down south of the beach is South Central, my home for the first eighteen years of my life. Now, during holidays and breaks, I live in the middle of northern LA County in a desert called Palmdale. It’s important to note the differences. One that I learned immediately was that neighbors don’t like noise but love to phone police about it. Our last party was shut down at nine thirty but back at home, they wouldn’t end even after the coronas were gone. In short, cul de sacs suck and everyone was welcomed …show more content…
A group of friends and I decided to visit Venice. The best friendships are the ones where significant time has passed yet nothing has changed. Well, they changed. I met up with four friends: Jesus, Kike, Raymond, and Sergio. Choosing to take the streets in LA traffic gave us time to catch up. Listening to them talk about politics while driving up lincoln blvd felt like home. Ive roamed these streets before however with different people, but the feeling was the same. We passed homes i’ve been in and yet being the only one in the car that experienced it made the feeling explode in me like a bomb -- gunpowder, and nostalgia. I thought out of my own streets and how we passed them on our way to the …show more content…
The first time I saw a prostitute was at the intersection of Normandie ave and Slauson. Ten year old me was worried the woman in the white cutout dress would get cold. I don’t remember what my Mother said but it was along the lines of mal creida which translates to you weren’t raised right. I believed her. This was before the feminism and women’s studies made me realize that that kind of work was domestic labor and vital to someone’s livelihood. You can also rent love on MLK Blvd after five pm in Lynwood. I thought of this while roaming on the Venice Boardwalk -- the access of what people want. Shitty shirts and medical cards were as close as prostitution. Los Angeles is a fast paced environment, except for the traffic. I couldn’t help but envy those cruzed here at all hours of the night. I felt homesick knowing the city was busy and I was no longer a part of

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