I know you. You're sitting there in your pajama pants unwinding after a long day at work. You maybe try to ignore your creepy roommate or perhaps spoon with your domestic partner when you look out the window and see some asshole in a tasteless blue El Camino drive up to that Hooters that just opened across the street. "Those bastards," you shout, "that pile shit wasn't here when I bought this place and now every dickeye is crossing the bridge from Jersey to eat wings and drool on trailer trash!"

You need to get out. You need a better pad. You need to buy Blackie's old house in Malibu!

You're tired from work but you might need a second gig since this spread lists for a cool 1.7 million dollars. A nice chunk of change but what the fuck...you can impress your friends with the "wine cave" at your next party.

Thank You LA Times! I guess print journalism hasn't gone the way of the Dodo just yet