Azusa Gardens is a very special place (or, unearthing the details)

These are the reasons why Azusa Gardens is very special place. (The term "special" can be interpreted as derogatory as the reader so pleases, by the way...)

Reason #1: The guy who plays Taps every night around 10pm sharp.

Reason #2: The non-native English speakers East-Asian neighbors who play video games, and seemingly yell and bang against the walls...

Reason #3: The cat statue outside our across-the-way neighbor's  door.  It has those decorative stones for eyes and is holding a sign explaining just what species it is.

Reason #4: The man who walks around banging bells and yelling out indistinguishable phrases, who is either enacting a pagan seance, or is selling little Hispanic goodies.      

As for the later portion of my blog title, I've realized that my face is not symmetrical.  At all.  In the slightest.  The nerves or something in the right side of my face raise everything a little higher.  I tried my hardest to find some sort of important life-reflection lesson thing that would be illuminated from this, but...alas.  Yet I still feel it is very important to put this out there.  That's all.

Sorry for wasting your time. :)  This sort of remedial verbal processing is what my roommate has to endure all the time, so...don't feel bad.