About two months ago, I dropped off my brother at AX at the Los Angeles Convention Center. I had never before seen anything like it, and everyone called it LineCon, because it was taking 6 hours to get in. The line wound around Figueroa Street and Pico Blvd., and I wanted to kill my brother for having me help him with his stuff he had to carry for this shitshow. There were a ton of these girls in cute outfits. They had come to the convention - no joke - to pose for photos and make money that way. They had serious followings and websites dedicated to themselves. One of these women had 27,000 followers. I shit you not! I hated every moment of LineCon and after two hours waiting and not moving one inch, my brother left me and 20 minutes later he texted me to find him in the line, WAY closer to the entrance. I found him and wondered if a friend had given him cuts. But no, he had simply interposed his body into the line and took the spot as though he was supposed to be there. (He selectively chose the right M/F couple who he believed would not complain, and he chose rightly, as they only smiled at us when I joined him. Once he was established in his new place in the line, he let me off the hook, and I walked back to the Metro station at 7th and Fig.
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