Cold LA

Bro and I just locked ourselves out of the house a while ago. He was out for yosi break while I wanted to feel the LA cold. I was supposed to just half-way close the front door but as expected, I forgot. Good thing preggy sister, Maica, fresh out of the shower and in her nighty that used to hang loose on her but now with her pregnancy, does not, was still awake and let us in.

LA cold is cold. Could feel it seeping through my thick jacket. We tried to see if there was smoke w/ every breath. But nah.

"New York," bro said, smoking his cigarette.

Pancho's neighborhood, he said, is many percent Armenian. It's so quiet out there, almost void of activity. Well, except for Ting throwing his still-glowing stick on the street and spitting on the same spot.

I wonder if by chance one of the neighbors would check out the street from his window and see Ting and me. Would he get freaked out? Is a big boy w/ a cigarette and a big girl embracing herself in the cold OUT IN THE COLD a weird view in this part of LA at this time of night? So weird in fact, the LAPD should be notified.

Wah, too many Hollywood movies. With police in them.

Call 911.