| Ken L. | |
| dang the walking man of silver lake is dead | |
| Basart | |
| yeah silver lake man, charlie laid flowers at a makeshift memorial, and they are having a public memorial service this saturday | |
| Ken L. | |
| i could just never understand why, if walking four hours a day was so important to him, he didn't live in a place where it might be pleasant to walk. | |
| Ken L. | |
| instead, he trudged endlessly through a stucco hellscape of car exhaust and honking horns, with fucked up cracked and rotted sidewalks when you could even *find* a sidewalk | |
| Ken L. | |
| i used to wonder about the ratio of raw carbon emissions he breathed every day vs. whatever health benefits of the exercise | |
| Ken L. | |
| his lungs must've been shot to fuck, breathing that poison smog all day long | |
| Basart | |
| jebus, he could have walked through the franklin and silver lake hills, por ejemplo, rather than Glendale/Rowena/Hyperion | |
| Ken L. | |
| echo park, griffith park ... lots of decent (not good, but decent) areas with a few trees and an actual trail not overrun with fucking semi trucks and mile-long buses and shit cars full of mutants and slobs | |
| Ken L. it is a testimony to the emptiness of life around there -- a hundred blog comments all saying "jeez too bad i never spoke to him only saw him from my car windshield, sitting in traffic my whole fucking life, for nothing." |



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