A great place to live if you’re a wife swapper, terrible parent, trust fund baby, Harley Roudha or any other type of rich miserable asshole.

For kind decent people and true laguna locals that place is the baine of our existence.

A place that’s truly soulless and disgusting to its core.

The two states of being are as a human being, or a hungry ghost. Semi-regularly you need to ask yourself which you are. Sometimes it is human. Others, alas, it is hungry ghost.

The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.

The best thing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.

A rich gated neighborhood in Laguna Beach, CA that is full of teenage gypsies who party extremely hard and never leave their sacred gates.