California is the land of fees and taxes, not surprised. Park somewhere other than your driveway? Pay for it. Want grocery bags? Pay for them or buy cloth bags and provide your own. Wait until they start charging by the mile for shopping carts or force people to bring their own. Have trash? Wash and sort it, or else. Use too much water? Pay a fine. Light a bbq grill on an arbitrarily unapproved day? Pay a fine. Smoke/vape in public? Pay a fine. Smoke/vape in your car? Pay a fine. Don't fuckin fart on a city sidewalk, the probes come up out of the manhole covers and stuff you up your manhole and check for emissions disapproved by the Clean Air Board, then promptly hand you a ticket.
Really wanna get back at them? Take your skateboard to the beach at Santa Cruz while walking your dog, eat a hotdog and have a vape on the sand. The cop will write you a flurry of tickets so fast they'll get instant arthritis. Then get locked up for police brutality.
Hard to believe it's the same state I grew up in where a good portion of the cars and trucks were lowriders with thumping bass, we wheeled a charcoal grill (while it was lit) down the street to the neighbors, played ball in the street and all of us kids rode skateboards and bikes with no padding or helmets. Or all the water gun fights we had in the middle of the street with realistic looking black water guns and the cops who drove by waived and smiled. When you could go get an ice cream off the ice cream truck without being molested or worse, get the window of the truck to find out all they have is kale and quinoa.
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