I hate the L.A. Marathon

I hate the L.A. marathon. Several years ago, I was working from 9 AM till 10:30 PM at Stereo-D "with a gun to my head" (i.e. I had no choice except quit). After a particularly difficult 80 hour week, I was longing for rest on my only day off. And then at 6 AM a cover tunes rock band started playing loud upbeat rock and roll music in a parking lot right across the street from my apartment. It was the L.A. Marathon. For the next four hours I lay in bed, listened to noise, and cursed my life. I was exhausted and had a splitting headache all day. I worked the next fifteen days straight in a row. No one cared. No one ever does.

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William Schaeffer