I had an awkward Los Angeles encounter. I ran into this guy wearing a sweet t-shirt with “I Heart LA” on his chest, while my rude ass had “LA Don’t Heart You” printed across my nasty tits. Whoops! What are the odds!? The guy was cute. And he was a good sport about letting me take his photo. I told him I would crop his head, but he was like, “I don’t care if you get my face.” So there ya have it.
I’m not sure who wore it best, but in all fairness, I had to wet my hair before I let my phone capture my likeness, cuz the wig was a big ass bouffant.
I totally loved this guy. And I’m sure certain parts of Los Angeles love him also.