La Mesa
La Mesa is like the shiny toy that your old Russian grandma shows off, but half of it is covered in dirt and smells like old pizza. The nice part has old people who honk at you like you owe them money, and the other half is just a mess of bros, stoners, and people who don’t care if life hits them with a bag of bricks.
My grandma lives in La Mesa and honks at me every time I ride my bike.
I got caught between a bro and a stoner on the way to the store.
My mom says La Mesa is like the middle finger of East County.