the good times are killing me... (Modest Mouse)

Lately the emotional rollercoaster that has been coursing through me is steadily slowing down --- why is that, i wonder? These past few days have launched me into a new panic attack, wherein i ask myself, Why the fuck is this all happening!?!!! Then again, that's just me...

Take for example, my saturday: My friends and i were at Melros Avenue checking out Crossroads and the other local "vintage" and secondhand stores around the area. We parked by the store itself and since it was early, decided to splurge on a smoothie (i mean splurge because the prices skyrocket along these areas, like, $5 for a smoothie!!?!!)

Anyhoo, we were hanging out the shop when a couple of cop cars pass by, their sirens whirling like mad. Next thing we know, two bomb squad cars passby. Thinking it was a movie being shot, we didn't take much note of it... until they started closing off an entire block of the street --- specifically, the block where we parked our car.

Yep, complete with flares, yellow ribbons and a dozen or so cops redirecting traffic, we got from the nice guy in blue that an unidentified package was left in the store across Crossroads and was being analyzed by the bomb squad as he spoke. People were in a near-panic mode as they anxiously waited for an explosion.

Now, this would have been really freakish had it not been the fact that this was in Hollywood. I think being in this specific setting made me less freaked out about it because, well, i keep expecting the cameras to appear and somebody to say "cut!" anytime soon. Alas, it was real, as they made us wait for about an hour and a half for them to safely say, "it's not a bomb, people!".

Hmmm. At least my saturday was quite interesting... and yes, i did what any normal tourist would do --- take pictures :-P