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My girlfriend lives in the heart of tinseltown, and parking a car at night is no easy task, especially in my boat. But the reward for finding a space at 11pm on Hollywood Blvd is a long walk humanity spectacle: the skinny fellow staring at the ground, a jittery white woman with frizzed hair trying to give a cigarette to a twenty-something punk passed out in a doorway, a red-eyed bearded man buttoning up his shirt on a bus stop bench, the shifty-eyed gentleman in the dirty grey tank top. There's the big dark fella charging his cell phone on the wall inside the check-cashing store, and the occassional ugly drag queen. When it comes to freaks, we've got Boston beat. Still, people don't scare me much.