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So about thirty minutes ago I arrive at my home in a certain sector of Los Angeles when a car full of Mexicans drive past me. Their stare was intense, especially the guy in the passenger seat. I grab my newly bought book from my own passenger seat when I take a glance in my rear view mirror-the car is turning around and slowly approaching me. I exit my car shut, lock the door, and take a few steps away and stand as they drive past me. The man in the passenger seat throws up a symbol with his hand. They pass me several yards then two of of the passengers stick their heads out the window and yell several things in Spanish. They stop at the end of the road for a good two minutes.