"Is that all you got, LA?"
My initiation
05 March 2001
Mom and Dad, it's probably best not to read this entry.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: my life is never boring.
I think, after this weekend, I'm officially a resident of Los Angeles. Words don't really describe,
so luckily I took some pictures.
Friday night I held a party at my house for my comedy class. Everyone had a great time, and people were
standing on the porch, complimenting the view. I have often stood there, looking over L.A. and thought, "Man,
if there was ever a big fire out there, I'd be able to see it from here."
As the party was winding down, I walked a couple of guests out the back porch. There, five people were standing
in the street, asking if my car was the VW outside. Mine was the car behind the VW. Turns out a car had swerved
down our street and hydroplaned. It slammed into the car, backed up and hauled ass. These people got the plates
and were leaving the information. I checked my car and things looked fine. I didn't know who owned the VW, but
it was smashed up pretty badly. It was hit so hard that it was knocked up onto the curb.
The next morning I woke up and ordered tickets for the Festival
to End all Festivals. I know you're jealous.
It's been raining like crazy around here, and another storm was predicted, so it was Movie Rental Day. Walking to
my car, I found out that I was, actually involved in the hit and run.
That's actually before I started rubbing the scratch on my car. It's not actually that bad. There's a small scratch
on the bumper, but mostly the license plate took a bit of damage. I was immediately pissy though, and left my information
on the VW.
I talked to the police as a witness to the witness on the police report. According to LAPD, I don't want to file this
because the damage isn't enough for it to be required by law, and my deductable probably wouldn't cover this. So, in order
to keep my insurance record clean, they suggested I didn't do anything if the damage wasn't too bad.
I had to hack into my Playstation 2 to watch the Bring It On DVD. It had no problems playing The Sopranos, but
a PG-13 movie is off-limits. I'll save you some trouble: you can delete any parental password on a PS2 with the code "7444."
Don't say I didn't teach you anything today.
There are always sirens outside my house. All the time. All the time. I don't know if I live near a
firestation or what, or if it's just that I live in a pretty busy section of Hollywood. Saturday night the sirens started
close to midnight. The difference was they didn't fade out like they usually do. They just got louder. And louder. And then
there were more sirens. And more. And more.
I walked over to the porch window. That's when I saw the flames.
A fire had started in the strip mall underneath my street. This is the view from my porch.
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