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Saturday, Jan 8th, 2005 - 02:49AM




Shot this one with my favorite Diana at Zuma Beach a few weeks ago.

I now know what the expression "coming within an inch of your life" really means. I almost died tonight. No joke. If you haven't heard, Los Angeles is in the midst of a 40 days and 40 nights situation. I’m thinking of building an arc tomorrow.

So here’s what happened…

I reside at the top of a very high mountain, which is usually considered a perk in LA. Not tonight. My dog hurt her back, so I had to drive her down the mountain to do her thing, since she refuses to do her thing in her own yard. Don’t ask.

So in the midst of a torrential downpour and ridiculously dense fog, I drive Miss Thing down the mountain to do her thing, then head back up. As I drive around a blind curve, my cars snagged up by all these falling electrical wires that seem to be coming from nowhere. I can’t see more than 8 feet ahead, so all I see is these wiggling black wires falling down around me. Seconds later--BOOM! A huge electrical poll falls across the road and smashes the roof of a house across from it. I kid you not. Missed my car by a few inches. But wait...there's more.

So here I am, stuck in the middle of all these fallen wires like a fly stuck in a spider web… no way out and my dog barking at the pole like she’s going to rip it up and have it for breakfast. I try to come up with a plan and breathe a sigh of relief when I see another car approaching from behind. So you think they’d stop to help, right? Nope. This guy sees the fallen pole, looks straight at me, turns his car around in a jiffy and leaves! Los Angeles...What a place, huh?

Luckily, I was a big fan of the movie, The Ice Storm. When I saw it the first time, a former friend angrily insisted he hated it because the scene which depicted Elijah Wood getting taken out by a live power wire in the middle of an icy street, could not happen. With this valuable information tucked away into the depths of my memory, I meticulously maneuvered my car back and forth and back and forth and back and forth in a tiny space only slightly larger than the car itself. Took about thirty minutes, but I got out without being sizzled like an Elijah Wood.

So it’s almost three in the morning and I can't sleep after my near death experience. Mostly because of that man who just drove away. Baffles the mind.

Rain, rain go away!!!



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