My journey to LA thus far (if you care to read):

I left Grand Rapids, Michigan at the end of August. I was originally going to go with a friend, but he wimped out on me. So I took off, just me and my '96 Chevy Lumina, across America. It wasn't as boring as I thought it'd be. I would drive about 12 hours, and sleep in my car, then wake up, and hit the road. I'd park in hotel parking lots, as I thought they'd be safer than in some alley. Then I'd act as a hotel guest and eat some breakfast, then take off. Pretty sneaky, I know. Anyways, I got to LA in 2.5 days. The guy whose house I was crashing on didn't come home from work for another 2 hours. So I decide to park my car in the shade, which I found this empty basement parking lot. I parked there for less than 1 minute, and I heard this shackle sound. I got out of my car, and realized that someone had accidentally locked me in. So I stood in front of the gates, thinking of all the bad things that could happen to me. Keep in mind that this was my first 5 minutes in LA. I was thinking how a bunch of gangsters were gonna come over and beat the crap out of me. Fortunately, some guy came to the barred window and said he worked there. So he got his boss to open the gate. Whew. I will never park in a parking lot again by myself again!

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