yesterday afternoon around 3:30, i decide to head to the bank, the wamu on fairfax and beverly
i get side tracked slightly and run into a friend on melrose
running into someone is a very special thing in Los Angeles
back on track/ nearing home, nearing bank—–K-9/ swat, cops, guns (long ones)
and a delightful bevy of helicopters
my block is wrapped in caution tape, i park a block away and go through the alley behind my house
at the bank a tellers crying and a guards yelling at me in some unintelligible ESL
“bank finish”, and its clearly still there but i take his advice
i head home and a cop barks “blocks’ sealed” i walk to the next block to my car and that blocks sealed
also i left the cars lights on
but if i have learned anything its that the LAPD does not give a care
a young hooded black man decides to walk under the yellow tape, he was wise and kept his arms up
of the five cops 2 point bright lights in his face and 3 show their guns and make him get down on his knees
he wanted to get a bag from his car