Do you know what I saw yesterday on my drive home from work? Probably not, so I’m going to tell you! I was waiting at a stoplight, ready to cross the ever-trashy Hollywood Blvd. The skies have been mercifully grey this week and I was looking up at their monochromatic glory, taking this elusive phenomenon in, when suddenly three helicopters materialized out of no where! This really isn’t the craziest thing, but their close proximity and deliberateness warranted notice. Then as I crossed that boulevard-of-forgotten-dreams, I saw four mounted police officers. Four! On Hollywood Blvd, which if you’ve never been to is a lot like Times Square before Disney got its hands on it… except with far less people walking around and, I’m willing to bet, more sex shops. You must also remember that this is Los Angeles, land where there are approximately four cars to every person [source needed]. Land of the car chase! Land of the unbreathable air!
So tell me, where do horses fit into that equation and what would their benefit be?? Is owning a horse cheaper than paying for gas? If a car and a horse are running for the same amount of time, will the car break down first? Coupled with the helicopters, and given the fact that the apocalypse will surely start in LA, do you think the police are preparing for the end of the world as we know it? Are things going to go all Mad Max-style soon (if so this is exactly how James and I will be dressing… in case you’re looking for us in that post-apocalyptic world!)?
Deep thoughts for your Wednesday morning.