Santa Cruz: Why it Sucks

For anyone that doesn't know, I live in Santa Cruz, CA. It's not that bad of a place, if you're just a student trying to get through school on your parents' $500K/year income. Unfortunately, that's not me. In fact, I'm very poor. Thus, this place has nothing for me. Now, I could probably list more than four hundred reasons why I'm so fucking sick of Santa Cruz, but I happened to find something that perfectly summed up my exasperation.

Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present the Worst Door Evar:


I was walking down the street, heading to my Sunday karaoke binge, when a sight I had never managed to spot caught my eye. A door. Twenty-five fucking feet above the street. No. Couldn't be. I knew there HAD to be some kind of little walkway I just couldn't see at this angle. So I looked closer.

Oh HELL no. What the fuck were they thinking? Anyway, to get to the point, THIS is the embodiment of what I hate about Santa Cruz: people are satisfied with NOTHING. I don't mean they can't be satisfied, I mean they'll settle for less than par. It's disturbing. This is considered a "nice house" in Santa Cruz, which also happens to be one of the most expensive places to live in America.

See, whoever the fuck managed to screw up badly enough to create the suicide-door probably realized his mistake, then shrugged and carried on with his life. I shouldn't judge, though. Maybe he was courteous enough to hang a "Do Not Enter" sign on the knob. Maybe. That's how much effort there is in the entirety of Santa Cruz.

As for karaoke, it was lovely.