Had on my shoes, dogs in tow, ready to go.
Stepped outside into some of the nastiest smog I'd seen here. I tried to go, I really did, but I was a quarter-mile in and my chest was getting tight, I was coughing, and I could taste the metallic tang of smog in the back of my throat.
I hate this place. I hate this disgusting, polluted, nasty shithole that I'm forced to live in. I hate the fact that I have to hide indoors because the air is so dirty that normal human activity causes me to break out into a coughing fit. Hell, I've had a cough for the past two months, and I'm not sick, I'm just sucking this foul, nasty, polluted Los Angeles air into my lungs. I cannot wait until I can escape from this third-world shithole masquerading as an American city. Los Angeles needs to fall off into the ocean and drown, for the good of the rest of the country.