Please read and think about what I say. It's constant knee jerk with you. When I said, "Me well it's la la la la la la" referring to that song, the meaning was that I have no intention of moving there myself. The last time I hitchhiked there from San Francisco I almost gave one of your fascist policemen a stroke. I left the YMCA after getting a room before flying to Iceland and then Europe and some cop stepped in my path asking why I came out that door. He turned as red as a beet when I told him in these exact words, "Get the fuck out of my way." In California I hardly ever see a policeman much less have one block my path and asking me to explain my existence. Why did I walk out the door of the YMCA. Why did the chicken cross the road. You are probably right about lots of mentally ill people there.
What had happened of course was that the shock that his authority over my freedom to conduct my own business unimpeded had failed and resulted instead in my turning the tables on him by commanding him to get out of my way had instantly stripped him of his expected role as the authority and the self assurance that typically goes with it. Suddenly he was the one in need of explaining himself which he then did. Reminds me of another time when, deeply engrossed in a conversation with a friend, we walked past a long line of people waiting to buy tickets and right in to the theater. The absence of any indications we didn't belong there made us invisible.