Last Friday I made the fateful decision to head up to Santa Monica for a doctor's appointment and a little lunch with some friends. As I was headed to my friend's house, the road I was traveling on was immediately barricaded by police. Now, for most of you this would spark some curiosity as to what was going on. You might think, "Gee, I think I'm going to get out of my car here and ascertain what is the matter. I sure hope no one is hurt...and I'm sure glad these police officers are stopping traffic and not allowing any kind of detour." However, if you have lived in Santa Monica, or any city for that matter, sadly your real first thought is, "Seriously!!!?" Followed by, "Awesome, what did some idiot do now?" So, as soon as I saw the brake lights ahead of me and the flashing lights of cops, I did what any street smart driver would do, immediately, hooked a left onto a side street and rode it until I hit another barricade and then...did the same thing. Finally, after running one red light...that was definitely yellow when my foot accidentally slammed on the accelerator...I reached my friend's house. And then the other sad thing happened...all through lunch we listened to sirens and helicopters, and again, not once did we feel inclined to find out what was going on. It wasn't until our friend was an hour late to lunch did we think to maybe turn on the news and found out there had been a shooting a mile away. A mile away. Did we panic then? Nope. Just kept eating lunch.
I tell this story for two reasons, one, to obviously show how
So again, actual shooting in city, no reaction. Boys playing loud game outside my quiet condo - about to go postal.