YouTube account Indie Filmmaker shared this clip from from the micro-documentary “The Dark Reality of Los Angeles” by Glink:
I met a man taking a bath in the West Hollywood fountain.
“Baby Jesus, baby Jesus, call me baby,” he said.
I tried to get an idea of what his life story was and how he ended up here, but he was more interested in singing than talking.
‘Made in England, baby, yeah.”
Are you a musician?’
‘Yes, yes.’
‘You think it’s a good city for artists?’
‘No, hell, this city, no, because every artist is here is a small little nobody. I’m a cowboy.’
Initially, I was cautious to approach Baby Jesus. It’s easy to write him off as another crazy homeless man, but as I looked deep into his eyes, I began to see him instead as a lost soul.
‘I was always pulling a dress on my face. Don’t look at me. Some days I feel like I’m not. God damn, I’m my own worst enemy now. Follow me, or you’re so quiet on the other side.’
In L.A., it’s normal to see people like Baby Jesus wandering around. It’s normal to see people sleeping on the same sidewalk as a busy restaurant, and it’s normal to be completely numb to all of it. Los Angeles has no shortage of pride, but it could use some humility.
Or this person could get his act together and be a productive person.