fun with vandal madness
Occurance at the fun Hollywood loft building is discouraged tenants — that usually means evicted tenants — throwing furniture and overpriced glass light and security fixtures off the roof.
Tonight around 2:30 am, which is the time any respectable discouraged tenant arrives back from last call, furniture started flying. Which is of course pretty exciting and a group activity that involves much shouting and also female companionship which dispells feelings of loserdome for anyone being evicted and is probably a good thing except for the unfortunate high pitched too loud feminine laughter which if you are on a computer trying to work and think coherently kind of pierces your frontal lobe.
For me in my delicate coccoon state, pierced frontal lobe stuff is not so good. And for pedestrians and motorists, maybe a pile of furniture on a dark street arriving unexpectedly out of the air is not so good too. So. I called the police and said, Hey, furtniture is flying again, and, I just heard at least one car hit flying furniture on the street.
Unfortunately for the kids on the roof, cops have started taking calls from this building pretty seriously, and there was a helicopter in the sky nearby. Which immediately abandoned its search for a lone Hispanic who might be selling drugs on a corner somewhere and honed in on the roof here where most likely overpriviledged children of people with too much money who were pissed off Dad refused to support their artistic illusions and was pulling the cord — and so was the landlord for non-payment of rent — were perpetuating the saga creating bitter children hell bent on entertainment at the expense of rattan roof furniture.
Now, there are like five police cars, one helicopter, and at least seven people in strangely marked up black hoodies being tied down with pieces of plastic usually reserved for packaging Amazon express packages.
I am partially on the furniture thrower’s side. If they did not have that too high level of female copanionship laughter that pierced my frontal lobe I might be all the way on their side. Personally I do not like my night discouraged or interrupted by their activities. And personally I disdain most of the common demographic in this building. And yet.
Sometimes they are not common demographic, sometimes they are something else. And these guys had uniforms. That is kind of cute.