Reaping the benefits of the film industry being in town (DTLA)

Being that the film industry is in town,  I've been able to resolve some of my interrent crises of happenstance everyday lifestyle 

Such as:

• I missed the food bank,  the other day,  on account of exhaustion from hauling a heavy recyclables-laden rolling luggage and,  at that,  challenging myself, on a suggested notion that I ought to jog-it-on-home, to manage my weight and for sustainability in endurance,  to come - in future treks out to DTLA for my daily work needs, of collecting recyclables and feeding the pigeons. I found some great-looking disposed-of food in the alley,  where I had serendipitously been lead to, as well as that it was a piss-alley premonition of that I needed to go pee,  after getting off of the bus (I have kidney issues due to intricate medical complications due to taking Zyprexa ODT Zydis, which is an expensive and well-executed antipsychotic). I usually try to keep good in my civic conscientiousness by peeing in to a bottle, but the exacerbation of my kidneys issue (due to that I'm extra-fond of [due to my medication] and robustly supported by [due to recycling] had been wearing down on my ethically better resolve, as of the past few weeks. Thankfully, I've been getting more rest, and managing my inflammation better,  at the same time. I also procured this new rolling luggage, of an artist's posterboard frame size, out in Echo Park,  which has proven itself to be a fortunate common destination for my recyclables-seeking. It fits inside of my current luggage, good for an emergency on-the-spot backup, in case the wheels on my old bag run ragged. 

• My Nike AirMax shoes (highly recommended) had run worn and flat.  I sounded like an air cushion when I would walk. Although they were still walking-functional, I feel that my chronic back pain may have been exaggerated by walking them flat. I discovered some good-enough Nike Airs,  as well as a pair of New Balance shoes, also fashionable-athleisure favorites of mine. Although I have the inclination to help dress the homeless as fashionably as I am dressed, for happening upon discarded clothing in charitable Los Angeles districts and locales, I commonly find that many disheveled or otherwise burden-fraught local bums and female-homeless are too conditionally unspeakably-dumb, or acutely neurotic, largely the female homeless,  presumably on account of being pursued and taken by the notion of free intoxication of bum-fare, and obviously smoking it,  at that. One of them, whom I had been taken by,  significantly,  because of the fact that she offered me a vent Starbucks, while she was reading the Bible (with the chapters of Jewish influence added to them - the silver edition), was friendly to me,  the next time I saw her. Now, she speaks in jibberish tongues [apparently Hijri-mockup dialectical pidgin-petit a'd hoc-ism], which is unfortunate, obviously. She's been of this habit since I once offended her by showing up too commonly where she typically hangs out. It could have been so different between us - now it's barriers of [according to her] Hijri-linguistics mock-up jokes between us, even though I legitimately show up at the park, as a bum. 

• My daily meals and food distribution efforts for the needy who hadn't been as outrigger trekker as I had been, about town,  we're exacerbated by missing the food bank this week.  I fortunately found a pizza and an Italian plate today,  still warm. They also let me sack through their dumpsters and private-party trash cans, without any down-on-bums drama about the disparity looks of a grown-man-(boyish-looks) dumpster-diver amongst them - film industry working types.