Annual Apocalypse
Once a year the apocalypse comes to Los Angeles. This year it's less then 10 miles from our apartment. Typically at 9:30am it's sunny with blue skies, but not on apocalypse day. Soon the horsemen will be here to ask for treats. They're demanding like that, those horseman.
It smells like a dying campfire outside, and the L.A. Times has warned everyone to stay inside as much as possible. But so far we're OK. It's somber to think of how many people are losing their homes though.
The L.A. Times reported one man as saying "This is what really scares me, it's not earthquakes, it's these fires that will kill people around here."
It smells like a dying campfire outside, and the L.A. Times has warned everyone to stay inside as much as possible. But so far we're OK. It's somber to think of how many people are losing their homes though.
The L.A. Times reported one man as saying "This is what really scares me, it's not earthquakes, it's these fires that will kill people around here."
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