“Who’s driving who?”
As most of you already know, I was unlawfully arrested in June by the Los Angeles Police Department for taking pictures from a public sidewalk. Sergeant Rudy Vidal, who is included in the Christopher Commission’s ‘LAPD 44‘, ordered my arrest for interference. Last week I received an email from someone describing their recent encounter with Vidal.
Apparently, “crossing on a red signal” is grounds for a trip to the police station and being chained to a bench.
It’s just shy of a mile between Highland Ave and Vine St, and gathered in between there every October 31 is something resembling an uncontrolled, kinetic, ant-like stream of masked bodies. Individually, people seem motivated by superficial mindless thought, leading to all kinds of nonsense. Yet collectively, this mashed up organism of zombies, Walter Whites, and slutty princesses is so focused on its mission to simply reach the other end of the boulevard. Once there, the bodies turn and the process repeats itself. All night long.
If you hustle, it will take you about a half an hour to walk from end to end. Sometimes the camera never leaves your side; other times, you burn through a roll before you’re off the first block.
The last shot clicked at about 3 am.