The teens were on another good time party rush of adrenaline as they kept pace. The three boys in the back seat chanted, “catch that car, catch that car.” When LUVCARL passed through the T-junction of 40th and Sagebrush Avenue his speedometer climbed past 70mph. In six seconds, the vehicle would be at the crossroads of 40th and Fillmore Boulevard.…
I won’t get out of my car until the song is over. I can see bright lights approaching from the other side of the bank building. The lights are coming up the road adjacent to the bank. Then this happens. The car pulls into the parking lot, but the driver enters the lot through the exit driveway.…
This is my path, Reseda to Long Beach. This is my time, 5:00am. Five days a week and sometimes six. I hit the on-ramp and blow past the sleepy people who refuse to accelerate and hate their jobs. They don’t even know why they’re up at this hour. I’m here to get to work. I love my job. I love my people. I cut my own path through this darkness.…
