West Coast Syndrome

Everything is pointing at California and I’m starting to think the universe is trying to tell me something. The O.C. is my favourite show right now and it’s basically a two-hour California commercial every week. E3 just happened in Los Angeles. The Red Hot Chili Peppers sing about the state on what feels like every other track. My classmate André announced he wants to spend his summer there. And then some celebrity show I caught on TV this week confirmed that the biggest parties on earth happen in the Hollywood Hills—obviously in California. I give up. I surrender. Someone please send me a plane ticket.