That Happened

I'm hanging out in my apartment tonight, minding my own business, when I suddenly I hear a huge argument erupt outside my window. It goes something like this;

"Get your hands up in the air! Turn around! I said get your hands up in the air! I'm not f***in' around! I'm not f***in' around, get your hands up in the air! I will use this weapon!"

I live in an area that used to have a pretty active gang presence. It's less so now, but occasionally you'll notice a new gang tag on a wall nearby, or pass a sketchy lookin' dude on the street. A couple weeks ago I woke up and walked out to my car to drive to work and some kid was getting handcuffed by the cops across the street.

Still, the first thing that came to my mind tonight was this: "Hm, somebody must be filming something."

And then I heard it: "Cut!"

Yep. Two years in and I'm officially jaded by Los Angeles.