Yesterday was an odd day.
From encountering, for the first ever, a relative of a hit-and-run who didn’t want the incident publicized and attempted to censor my work — and no, I’m not the least bit sure I made the right choice. To a Hollywood tour bus scaring the crap out of me in Santa Monica by buzzing past at far less than arm’s reach.
And I’m not sure which one pissed me off most.
No, actually, I am.
Meanwhile, here’s the other one.