It’s feeling like you’re a close-but-no-cigar.

It’s the motivation to create a “Succulent of the Month Club.”

It’s having a conversation with your neighbor in Spanglish.

It’s the unspoken rule that the fancier car gets the right of way.

It’s 67 degrees here. But I won’t go into details because talking about the weather in Los Angeles is the definition of boring. It’s safe to assume that it is always in the high 60s/low 70s – and if it isn’t then the rest of the world has probably already heard about it.

It’s the difference between L.A. and Los Angeles.