This is another Southern California thing. As stated earlier in Mexican Mobile, Southern California is super close to the Mexican border. Majority of the population he is Mexican, and they tend to dwell in nasty areas. The areas they live in are crammed full of mexicans, germs run rampant, cars line the streets in every direction, trash is everywhere, and you can smell fabric softener from a mile way (It is their perfume after all). They all seem to live on streets called "Orange" or "Tulip", which sound nice, until you learn that they are part of Mexican Ville. Every few days, the mexicans from Mexican Ville will travel to the nicer neighborhoods and they will park their Mexican Mobiles in a nice neighborhood, to make room for more Mexican Mobiles thus ruining the whole state.

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.