I leave town in two days and I've packed everything up in boxes. I am writing this from the laurdromat down the street from my house.

The other day a man in a car almost killed me on the way home from Westwood. I was so angered by it that I followed him home. When he got out of the car he was stumbling. I made a scene and all of his neighbors came out. It was in a rich neighborhood in the Cheviot hills. I called the cops to report him, which felt weird considering how many friends have driven me home drunk, but he almost killed me so any qualms I might have about hypocrisy went out the window. Three cops came and even though he was looking at us from his bedroom window he wouldn't come out. The cops said he seemed obviously drunk even from the fleeting glances they could steal but there was nothing they could do. I didn't really mind because all I wanted to do is to shake him from the idea that he could go around driving drunk with impunity. The cops were nice except that the first thing they said when they saw me was, "you should be wearing brighter colors". I had lights, front and back and a helmet. They gave me a ride home. It was the first time I had ever been in the back of a cop car. It was uncomfortable and smelled like puke.

I woke up the next morning with a cold.
Today was spent cleaning. I hate moving but this is a lot simpler than it could be if I had a lot of stuff, or kids.