The day I realized the world had turned on its head

Two weekends ago a friend and I were at Paradise Cove up in Malibu. There's a trailer park there. Trailer homes sell for $4 million. All you get is the trailer and the right to take over the lease on the space, for which you'll pay about $2,700/month in rent. You can't get a mortgage on the place 'cause there's no land involved.

The next day I was up at Point Mugu, just above County Line, a beautiful working man's beach, literally and figuratively outside of LA. Two cholos and a white trash chick with a minimal number of teeth were sitting in a dune behind me. There was nothing poseur about this trio. They were the real deal. And they were discussing art theory. They knew their shit.

Only millionaires can afford trailer homes and cholos discussing art theory. This was the day I realized the world had finally turned on its head.

And it all happened on the beach.

You've gotta get out of the city to discover where it's at.

RV with expando-matic kitchen at Point Mugu