bob_dobalina

the margin was about two feet. two feet is probably what kept me from becoming a bloody sticky mess on the pavement yesterday evening. it was during my walk to the gym that i had my brush with death--or at least probable paralysis--when i was passing by one of the entrances to the mall in my hood. pedestrians in los angeles are about as well-regarded as the homeless, motorists tend not to pay attention to either, so i walk with my head up and eyes open. its a good thing too because as i was crossing the entrance to the hollywood & highland mall a guy in a grey nissan shot through oncoming traffic and sped into the driveway (going the wrong way, no less) and entered the parking garage of the mall. i didn't quite dive out of the way but my heart skipped a beat and my ass got airborne once i saw that whoever was driving didn't give a shit about me or anything else that was in his way. i knew something was up when the driver didn't stop as he sped past a screaming security guard. seconds later a parade of black and white police cruisers drove into the parking garage. mr. nissan was fleeing something and had garnered quite an audience. i counted nearly twenty separate police cars in the area as i walked to the gym and there was a ghetto bird in a pear tree to seal the deal.

i've checked the local papers and tv stations but can't seem to find any details about either the suspect or the outcome. i did, however, get a good dose of that 'brush with death' euphoria and had a kick ass work out at the gym and treated myself to a nice dinner afterwards.

they say that approaching death gives you a moment of profound clarity before the darkness descends. i should've known that my time on earth wasn't up because my only thoughts were, "i wonder if they have new stuff at hot topic."

it's a good thing i wasn't killed yesterday because i've got a bit of good news to share. i got a promotion and a raise this morning. woo!