The nights of Los Angeles in early January 2025 were dark and glowed red. My power was out for 5 days. I was alone with my pets. I learned how to shoot a gun.
A salt pellet gun, similar to a pepper spray gun. I planned to shoot the wall behind the people who were surely coming to rob and assault me during those 5 nights of darkness.
I target practiced in the daylight in my backyard with Coke cans while listening to AM radio reports of fires starting on the back hills of Encino.
I don’t even recall the moment the lights came back on. You’d think I would. Seems like it would be an exciting moment of relief.
I do remember the phone call from my friend Albert.
[Trigger warning: The following story contains sexual assault. I’m telling it because the danger I prepared for wasn’t the danger that found me.]