The blog entry you are about to read is true.  Nothing has been changed.

It was Monday, April 7.  It was hot in Los Angeles.  I had recently woken up in the morning to the sounds and screams of (what I believe is) a schizophrenic lady in an adjacent apartment building screaming her head off again.  This has happened several times in the past and it's sometimes pretty comical, yet always annoying.  However, today it was especially annoying...particularly on a Monday.

Basically, this lady just screams at someone, usually uttering the same phrases, interspursed with long, blood-curdling howls.  The reason I believe she is alone is because I have never heard anyone yell back.  I mean, anyone in their right mind would not tolerate such craziness and would either 1) Leave the room, or 2) Put up some sort of a fight.  One morning when I left my abode and heard the sounds of the screams I passed a neighbor, whom was on his phone, and I heard him say to the person on the other end 'Hear that crazy lady screaming!?'  So it's pretty much established that she is crazy.

The screams and yells escalated to the banging of doors on this morning so I called 9-1-1.  After all, she could potentially hurt herself, and even if not, this is clearly noise pollution and a disturbance of the peace.  The dispatcher laughed when I told her I lived on Clark Street and my last name was Clark; I explained the situation to her and she said someone will come check it out.

I hung up and enjoyed a chocolate chip pancake (I never finish them) and then went to work.  While pulling out of the garage a dispatcher called me from the L.A.P.D. and told me the police officers on the scene couldn't locate the address.  The address I gave was wrong, A.D.D. at its finest, so I told him I was still home and could help.  He asked what type of car I was driving  and then told me to meet the officers up front, he'd let them know I was coming.

As I pulled up front the two officers were waiting for me.  It was the closest to Dragnet I've ever been!  I got out of the car with my aviators on and briefed them on the situation.  I didn't have much information to pass over to them but they were very appreciative and the policewoman on scene told me I was a good citizen and thanked me.  We laughed again about the 'Clark on Clark Street' nonsense and I was off.

God bless the Los Angeles Police Department.  I thanked the two officers and let them know how appreciative I am of their service.  These people really are heroes, no joke.

I did proceed to work and I did watch an episode of Dragnet when I got there.  It still holds up.


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