I went to the library to return a book. A giant tree branch falls in front of me blocking the entrance. If I was a few steps quicker the tree would have been on me. I find a free parking spot in downtown Los Angeles during a working day. I decide to do my favorite downtown walk around MOCA and Cal Plaza. It was fun, enjoyable, and safe. I get into my car to leave, glance at the hillside of Bunker Hill and see two homeless men sitting on a park bench. One hands the other a glass pipe and lights it for him. The other inhales, his eyes roll back into his head and his body starts to convulse wildly. I think to call 911. Before I could his eyes open, his head starts moving rapidly side to side and I can see he is talking to his friend in what must be a rap of the incoherent. I thought it was going to be just another ordinary day. Maybe it was.