I was sitting in the new kitchen here at 5700 Wilshire. A voice crackled from the overhead speaker, “Attention all 5700 Wilshire Tenets, please evacuate the building. Proceed to the nearest exit in a quick and orderly manner.”

“Fuck you”, I thought. I’m running for the door and knocking over the helpless on my way. So I headed to the stairway and was out like a light.

Downstairs was a mob scene. Six floors of advertising, radio, marketing, journalism, and church people littered the sidewalk. Apparently, there was a suspicious package on P1. I thought that meant Ron Jeremy was in the building.

So as the crowed moved like sheep, the building supervisor got on the bullhorn and stated that there was an unattended to package on P1 and the LA county Bomb Squad was on it’s way. All this as it started to rain, heavily.

I now know why California has the worst weather drivers. These people were running from the rain like it was acid. People huddled under trees and moved across the street to other peoples’ houses. Anything to get out of the water. The bomb threat was the least of their problems.

The crowed dispersed to the many eateries that surround 5700 Wilshire. Mostly because they couldn’t get to their cars. I went to the other building to read my book.

Two hours later, we were let back into the building. I tell you; terrorists are lazy. They can’t blow anything up anymore.