It seemed impossible to be sad here. Except that the temporary bachelor rentals on my brother’s restricted budget were on a side of town I had never seen. The winds blew colder here; these gray complexes all seemed etched in sadness. Think serial killers' apartments, loose wires sprouting from overhead sockets, a 25-foot-high grimy inflatable Santa banging against the building as though attacking it.

Source: Los Angeles Times December 16, 2018 12:02 UTC