...not for the faint of heart
"Get the f* on the ground! What's in your hand? F*in' give me that now!"
Those were some of the indemnities that could be heard from my dorm floor. I live on the second floor... now, down and out, maybe fifteen feet from where my floormates and I stood, there were three Mexicans engaged in a cutthroat conflict. One guy was slashed in the hand with a machete! Thankfully, I didn't have to see that portion of the battle royale. I witnessed the scene from about the time the L.A.P.D. got there and were shouting and cursing and pointing and waving all sorts of things, from guns, to laser pointers and flashlights, handcuffs and nightsticks. After all the sceaming and shouting (and resisting arrest) and pointing and scary and frightful madness, they confiscated the machete, which was stained of blood, and I heard the "victim" say that his fingers were "almost severed off." Sorry for the graphic, gory details. But anyway, that was quite the episode. Welcome to L.A.
SOUTH CENTRAL, WHAT!? Now I gotz myself sum strizeet cred, werd!
Those were some of the indemnities that could be heard from my dorm floor. I live on the second floor... now, down and out, maybe fifteen feet from where my floormates and I stood, there were three Mexicans engaged in a cutthroat conflict. One guy was slashed in the hand with a machete! Thankfully, I didn't have to see that portion of the battle royale. I witnessed the scene from about the time the L.A.P.D. got there and were shouting and cursing and pointing and waving all sorts of things, from guns, to laser pointers and flashlights, handcuffs and nightsticks. After all the sceaming and shouting (and resisting arrest) and pointing and scary and frightful madness, they confiscated the machete, which was stained of blood, and I heard the "victim" say that his fingers were "almost severed off." Sorry for the graphic, gory details. But anyway, that was quite the episode. Welcome to L.A.
SOUTH CENTRAL, WHAT!? Now I gotz myself sum strizeet cred, werd!