Los Angeles (CA), House Parties and Gun Scares.

We arrived in Glendale just north of the city of Los Angeles early evening to meet Jason, a friend of the others that used to live in Salinas, but now has an apartment in Glendale. We had a rest there for a while until I got a call from my uncle. Prior to the journey down to Los Angeles, I talked to my uncle who lives in Silverlake Los Angeles about where we could stay while we were in the city. He suggested that we stay in my aunty’s mum’s old house that she still owns but doesn’t live in anymore, located in North Mariposa.

My uncle called and asked if we wanted the keys to the house, so Omar, Kyle, Sebatian and I drove from Glendale to Silverlake to go and see my Uncle and cousins. It was great seeing them, I hadn’t seen my cousins in around  18 moths so we spent half an hour or so there catching up. My uncle suggested he drove down to the house so Omar could follow.

None of us knew what to expect, I thought I’d been to the house once when I was very young but I didn’t remember what it was like at all. When we arrived we were stunned; the house is beautiful. Typical Californian architecture, a huge front garden with steps leading up to the porch, leading into a well furnished large hallway that led into an open plan kitchen and living room. Upstairs were four rooms big enough to accomodate two to three in each so we knew there was plenty of room for all of us.

My friend Audrey lives in Pasedina, a town further north of Los Angeles. I called her earlier that day saying we’d be in LA on the 17th and if she wanted to come hang out, and seeing as the house was big enough to accommodate more than the 15 of us already there I told her to bring some friends so we could make a night out of it.

The others who were still in Glendale headed to the house and picked up drinks on the way. My uncle left so we had the house to ourselves, Audrey turned up with four other friends. We all played a drinking game called mushroom cup for a bit, then the rest of us got here from Glendale and it was turning out to be more of a house party. I couldn’t believe I was able to make a house party happen in Los Angeles, if I could boast about anything it would be that.

I can honestly say it was one of the best nights of my life. We hung out in the garden a lot because it was so warm there, and I’m sure everyone else had a lot of fun.

Gayanne who owned the house had a graffiti artist paint on the side of her outback garage.

The next day, we went out to have a look around Silverlake and Hollywood. We got coffee that morning on Sunset Blvd. in Silverlake, then headed to Hollywood to check out the guitar centre. The guitar centre there is a musician’s heaven. The three story high walls are lined with all types of guitars, ranging from consumer to $85,000 limited edition Gibsons. Then upstairs, there’s a larger drum section.

We ate at Roscoes Chicken and Waffles, a place Auggie and the others had been telling us about for a while now. The meal I had there definitely lived up to it’s hype. A huge waffle and two pieces of well cooked southern fried chicken breast, served with maple syrup and traditional mexican hot sauce.

That night, Jason suggested we go out to a club. A lot of clubs in Hollywood are open to people 18 and up, if you’re over 21 you get a wrist band that allows you to buy alcohol there. There’s a gay club called Rage that Jason said was great. Gay clubs are very different in California though, they attract gay/straight and bi people, and you can avoid the alpha mail types that you get in regular clubs. We bought drinks prior to going in, and once we were in it was awesome. The club was packed and the music was good. It’s a lot of fun getting talking to people there as they find the english accent interesting. We had an amazing night.

The club closed at 3am, so we walked back to Aarons car and drove back to the house with the others.

The night changed completely as something completely unexpected happened in the following hours.

Kyle and Aaron have an A4 stencil of a storm troopers helmet they take around with them at times to mark places they’ve been to, just for fun. Down the road from the house, there is a billboard that had an American Apparel advert on at the time.

Without anyone expecting, Kyle and Aaron ran inside the house and slammed the door, locked it and told us to switch all the lights off. We didn’t even know they had gone. I asked them what happened and Aaron told us that they had gone out and stencilled the advert, though shortly after they were confronted by a young man creeping towards them from the free way.

Kyle said the man looked Mexican and shouted “Where you from holmes?”. He said the man was holding a handgun which he was attempting to conceal under a bandana. Both Aaron and Kyle started running back to the house and didn’t look back.

When they got in I switched off all the lights, went to a room upstairs that had a window that overlooked the street to see if anyone was there but thankfully no one could be seen.

Aaron was pretty shook from the experience, we sat talking downstairs for the rest of the night.

It got to around 4AM and I headed to bed. At this point everyone was asleep, and as I was drifting off I was awoke by two loud knocks that sounded like someone at the door. This scared the hell out of me, I walked down the stairs a bit and looked out the window into the porch but no one was there. I went back to bed and a couple of minutes later, I heard the same thing. Two loud knocks at the door. I checked out the window but no one was there, after I headed back to the room I was sleeping in and checked out the window overlooking the driveway, only to find out that a cat was sitting on the bonnet of Omar’s car, causing it to dip in and out every now and then and make a noise remarkably like that of someone knocking on the front door.


~ by georgejoshuaharrison on December 12, 2011.

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