~ after all the boosting that i did for weho in the directionless ‘network city’ seminar in which i was enrolled at sci-arc [w], the bastards went ahead and struck at me while i was trying to find an orwell text at one of the bookstores. i had watched the time carefully, so that i would not run out on the meter; it began to dwindle while i was in line, so i told my fried to run out and put more money in it. i left the store about 30 seconds later, and when i got to the car, she was holding a ticket in her hand. i looked at my watch and saw that i still had time left.
   ‘this is bullshit!’ i shouted. ‘i still have time.’
   ‘it’s not for that.’ she hands me the ticket. it claims that i do not have my wheels properly turned to the curb.
   ‘how in the hell am i supposed to know this?’ i demand.
   i look up at the street signs and see a diagram which answers my question….
   i remember bitterly that west hollywood [w] makes up 20% of its income from parking violations.

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