If ever you have been driving down third street, perhaps on your way to Larchmont for some coffee or to Koreatown to visit me, and you stumbled upon Youngwood Court, then you would have seen this:
an arced row of tiny David statues, mocking all the neighbors (including my parents) and punishing them for their finer taste by making them look at this all white reproduction hell.
And perhaps you passed Youngwood Court, as the owners proudly named it, during the holidays, and saw this:
But I bet you never expected that one of the owners would celebrate his birthday while simultaneously commemorating Michael Jackson’s birthday:
Let’s review the scene of the crime here. We’ve got a giant life size Michael Jackson torso that actually looks more like Tito c. ‘88.
We’ve got a huge silver glove.
We’ve got a commemorative poster with headshots of both Michael Jackson and Sir Youngwood Court himself, their birthdays painted below their photos.
And we’ve got every David, pantsless, adorned in red jackets:
They sent my parents, along with the other neighbors on the street, a letter telling them to both stop by if they felt so inclined and to not complain about the loud music since Michael deserved to be celebrated.
This might actually be funnier than their Noah’s Arc theme party where they rented two elephants, two giraffes, and a bunch of other wild beasts to parade down our street. might.
