Nada, zilch. zero. No siree, Billy Bob, nothing going on here.
Take this weekend for example, Albuquerque would bore you to tears. Think New Hebron, Indiana on a Friday night. A scene so god-foresaken desolate, detassling corn feels like a party.
Take for example, Albuquerque's First Friday Artscrawl and all that pierced nipple art (not safe for work) at the Factory on 5th. The stiletto vixens strolling through Sumner & Dene downtown (no, not you Mimi Stewart, but you were hardly disguised in that cowboy hat).
Oh the jaded indecency!
The art oozing our city's streets like noxious vapors of sin and freakishness. Exhibit A shown below, your honor. Sample taken from Copper Avenue just this very weekend.
Terrible. All of it terrible. Nothing here worth pulling off the freeway for.
L.A., now that's where you want to be.