Billboards Part 2
La Brea Boulevard. Ever notice? West of LaBrea they get the nifty billboards: chrome and leather furniture, Swiss watches modeled by Russian Grand-slammers, Scorsese flixs.
My neighborhood gets Sangria and P.S.A.'s.; and, even then we don't get the Child Obesity posting with the pretty and sympathetic Vanessa Williams-looking nurse. Instead, we get the Latin Nurse Ratched, disapproving and pitiless.
An alcohol advisory appears along Figueroa. I'm sure Palos Verdes has problems with social drinking and learnedness, though you'd never see a billboard such as this in a place such as that.
Inner city billboards have long been dominated by alcohol. Malt liquor, the original super-size-me (40 oz.), and brands like Hennessey's cognac, mount seductive depictions of ghetto high life: cars, black velvet, mod johns, and, well, Vanessa Williams-like babes.
I wish we could eliminate billboards altogether.
My neighborhood gets Sangria and P.S.A.'s.; and, even then we don't get the Child Obesity posting with the pretty and sympathetic Vanessa Williams-looking nurse. Instead, we get the Latin Nurse Ratched, disapproving and pitiless.
An alcohol advisory appears along Figueroa. I'm sure Palos Verdes has problems with social drinking and learnedness, though you'd never see a billboard such as this in a place such as that.
Inner city billboards have long been dominated by alcohol. Malt liquor, the original super-size-me (40 oz.), and brands like Hennessey's cognac, mount seductive depictions of ghetto high life: cars, black velvet, mod johns, and, well, Vanessa Williams-like babes.
I wish we could eliminate billboards altogether.
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