Heat Wave vs. Heat Stroke

It is way too hot to live on the 3rd floor of a silly old apartment complex in East Los Angeles, but it’s better than living on the east coast the south or the OC. At least the short shorts come out, shirts get smaller and the paleta man is on heavy rotation, we get the epitome of summer here in Southern California between the 80 degree Dodger night games and the bonfires at Docweiler State Beach, drop top cruises at midnight with a t-shirt and shorts and all you have to do to believe me is hit Malibu on a Saturday in summertime and see what it’s all about. Today it was 86 at 10 am, and that is some serious heat, I’ll be hitting up my mom’s swimming hole for real. I love summer and everything it stands for except this damn heat, I simply can’t hang with it. If I was sweating my ass of in car going around willow springs or something I think I could deal, but breaking a sweat by walking from the car into the office is shitty. I was at a job site of ours in South Central Los Angeles, on 60th and Hoover go peep our school, and I was watching the local ironworkers in full welding leathers lose weight while setting up the cross members of this new amazing structure, I couldn’t help but feel bad for them. I’m torn between the perks of summertime and the perils of this dry heat, but one thing is for sure, I love this city we have here.