Wilshire Boulevard... It has no smell to it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Los Angeles, I don't like that town. Too decadent, and it's slimy.
The smell of the carpet in a hotel room is the same everywhere.
In Beverly Hills... they don't throw their garbage away. They make it into television shows.
Manhattan's always fascinating, too, just a big, stinky, smelly conglomeration of numbered avenues and streets, but it's just got a vibe that's hard to beat. I shouldn't like it, but I do. I can't put my finger on it.
Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be a litter box... sweaty socks... and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like.
Los Angeles, the sun shines a lot, and it's blue, and there's palm trees; it's a bit like Sydney, I guess, but the underbelly is a vicious, mean, cruel, awful place.
I love the smell of Burger King when I ride past, but sometimes I have to avoid it.
The mornings along the coast where the fog and mist meet with the salty spray of the seas is one of my favourite smells. I love the smell in the evergreen forest just after it rains - The Redwood Forest in California has the coast, too, so you have the best of everything!
I like New York because you're kind of forced to smell everybody else's funk. So it keeps you biologically attached to the world around you.
Just two days in Manhattan and you find yourself looking for a place to wash your handkerchief after you wipe your forehead and it comes away black. Is there a dirtier or more fascinating city anywhere in the land? The answer to both parts of the question has to be positively negative.