omfgz, earthquake!
thankfully, i was in the car. on the 10. so i didn't feel shit. (which is probably a good thing, seeing i've been mortified of quakes since 4:31 a.m. on january 17, 1994.) as luck would have it, i didn't know about the tremor until about a half hour later, only via a concerned call from michael's mom. turns out michael, in brussels, had read about it before i even had the chance to feel even the slightest aftershock or see something expensive fall off a shelf somewhere (and i say i'm becoming detached from this city...)
having taken a pit stop on a run to ogle travel packs inside air-conditioned REI in santa monica, i caught myself daydreaming about hollywood boulevard splitting down the middle: toursists, douchebags, douchebag tourists, and scientologists tumbling endlessly into the depths of the earth (followed by brendan fraser and the mummy franchise).
and this was the first time i smiled all day.
as we desperately claw toward hiatus, one thing i can't stop dwelling on is how tel aviv (7,563 miles from LA) isn't nearly as far away from this cesspool as i'd like. hot pot of coffee, i can't wait to be in new york again.
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