You don't live in Pomona. Pomona lives in you. . .

A tone-deaf mariachi has been wailing into a sound system on a neighboring property for the past two hours. Brian said the guy sounds like he just broke up with his girlfriend. He suggested I yell, "!Cállate, boracho!" But that doesn't seem neighborly. Besides, haven't we all been there—literally or metaphorically—at one time, drunk, grieving and drowning our sorrows via traditional ballads of love and loss? ‪#‎PomonaProblems‬