The ABG

What does California mean to you?

If its anything like the advertisement, you'd think of blond surfers and blue eyed all-American girls sunbathing, but when you moved from your hometown Texas, you just found more of the same.

You found the same Mexicans, the same Asians, and not a whole lot more of those picturesque Nordic types that America loves to wear its face on.

You found a marketing job in LA, the most vibrant city in the world. That's when you met Wendy. She says she's been here since she was born, yet she still spoke English with a foreign stuntedness, as opposed to the truly American Hispanic-English.

Nevertheless, you found a kindred spirit in her, in her awkwardness, she is oddly the only woman who is not oversocialized in this fucking shithole. One day, when everyone in the office left for Coachella, you found yourself and her along in your entire office.