Los Angeles Part II : The Curse of the Cancerous Pool
Thou shall not enter here, abandon all hope, etc... You got the idea.
I've already talked about the sweet swimming pool we had in the building where we stayed. But I haven't talked about the pool itself.
There was the pool, beach chairs and a spa-hot tub-jacuzzi, don't know what is the cool name these days. The pool had its regulars, every morning, I saw the same people. A lot of old eastern people, maybe russian, speaking in eastern languages, they used to go in the jacuzzi and stay there for hours chit-chatting, after We Own the Night, here comes We Own the Spa.
There was also a lot of old people who were like French old people, very rude and they always looked furious at you for no reason. I was swimming, they were trying to, there was no beef between us...
You also had this guy, very tanned, looked like a classy hobo, who would stay there all day, reading his paper and doing crosswords. Never spoke with him but he seemed cool. And he knew everything you had to know about the pool. + he was a rebel, smoking there even if it was strictly forbidden.
I remember having met a lot of cool people at this pool, a very sexy Russian girl in her twenties who had to swim with a lifesaver, Britney who had to watch over her sisters all day long and give them popsicles at regular times to keep them calm, crazy girls from university who smoked pot all day long and this crazy kid who pushed his brother in the water everytime he could...
This is the Russian girl and her lifesaver and the mythical pool
I guess this kid was cursed by the pool. He had the pool devil inside him. There was this sign before you entered in the pool saying that the products used to clean the pool could give cancer, give birth defects to babies etc... Like "If you want a mutant baby, come swim here!". This never stopped me from going twice a day almost everyday in it. It was so great. It's one of my best memories from the stay. Something simple as that.
Lying on a beach chair, reading my book, it was Glamorama that I was re-reading (and I understood almost everything this time) and getting suntanned which never really happened before.
Thou shall not enter here, abandon all hope, etc... You got the idea.
I've already talked about the sweet swimming pool we had in the building where we stayed. But I haven't talked about the pool itself.
There was the pool, beach chairs and a spa-hot tub-jacuzzi, don't know what is the cool name these days. The pool had its regulars, every morning, I saw the same people. A lot of old eastern people, maybe russian, speaking in eastern languages, they used to go in the jacuzzi and stay there for hours chit-chatting, after We Own the Night, here comes We Own the Spa.
There was also a lot of old people who were like French old people, very rude and they always looked furious at you for no reason. I was swimming, they were trying to, there was no beef between us...
You also had this guy, very tanned, looked like a classy hobo, who would stay there all day, reading his paper and doing crosswords. Never spoke with him but he seemed cool. And he knew everything you had to know about the pool. + he was a rebel, smoking there even if it was strictly forbidden.
I remember having met a lot of cool people at this pool, a very sexy Russian girl in her twenties who had to swim with a lifesaver, Britney who had to watch over her sisters all day long and give them popsicles at regular times to keep them calm, crazy girls from university who smoked pot all day long and this crazy kid who pushed his brother in the water everytime he could...
This is the Russian girl and her lifesaver and the mythical pool
I guess this kid was cursed by the pool. He had the pool devil inside him. There was this sign before you entered in the pool saying that the products used to clean the pool could give cancer, give birth defects to babies etc... Like "If you want a mutant baby, come swim here!". This never stopped me from going twice a day almost everyday in it. It was so great. It's one of my best memories from the stay. Something simple as that.
Lying on a beach chair, reading my book, it was Glamorama that I was re-reading (and I understood almost everything this time) and getting suntanned which never really happened before.
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