i took an exciting field trip to a magical suburb called "bloomfield hills"
their world is so weird. they all know eachother by car and have a strange system of communication that primarly is based on cell phone conversations.
rap also seems to be a staple of their auditory diet. it wasnt all awful mysogynistic themes of their pot of gold. i like lil kim.
it was just a very strange strange land. its too quiet out there. i think its that everyone is self absorbed and trying to construct their own superimage that they will never be capable of noticing the removal of a few surplus pair of designer wear from the various background props that make up their fake lives.