I had the misfortune of hearing–via via–that a neighbor of mine wanted to know when I was going to cut my avocado tree. Imagine the scene, you’re renting a home in LA and you have your neighbor’s avocado tree branches (rich and ripe with avocados) dangling over your roof. Personally, I would have been overjoyed and seen it as Nature’s gift and plucked the indigenous vegetable off and made guacamole. But this guy was apparently irritable. How dare Nature lay claim over his rooftop? The audacity!

I have asked myself countless times why people like this bother moving to the hills and canyons of Los Angeles. Personally, I love the rustic aspects of this city because they allow me to escape being socially barraged by