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There are too many pretty faces in Orange County. Too many tans. too many pecs. Too many highlights in people's hair. Too many designer clothes. Von Dutch, black fly, Atticus, Prada, Gucci and the like. Too many fancy sports cars and soccer moms in SUVs with Bush/Cheney stickers. Too many fake boobs and fake personalities.

There are too many lies. Too many fronts. Too many faces.

There is a sign written invisibily on everything that moves here that says..."Conform." "Be Stylish...even in your nonconformity."

There is an aura about people...that says..."I'm better than you...and you know it."

I've lifted my truck, I've worked on my abs, I've gone to the spa and I've raped half the world for it. Its awesome.

There are too many big houses, too many distractions, too much to live for.

It's a beautiful place...like never never land, wonderous, energizing. Once you're here, you slowly forget that the world outside it is very different.

You forget what its like for a city to have character outside corporate domination. You forget what its like to see a man sleeping in a doorway, obviously having just pissed himself. You forget being able to walk everywhere is the city, and not having to worry about how you look. You forget about substance, and begin to value image.

Its a mixed bag, this place.

Can I call it home? Can I look for the diamonds in the rough? There is much to love here. South O.C.