Here is, the strangest natural occurrence I have ever experienced. Franklin St. in Hollywood seems presumably safe enough for me to walk down to a friends place, I guess not when you go west of the freeway. As I was coming back and passing Franklin and Vine a fight spilled out of a Hispanic dance club. I quickly crossed the street and avoided all eye contact; unconvincingly pretending I didn’t speak English, hear, have eyesight or any brain function to avoid any bit of this drama unfolding.
One guy whips off his shirt and crosses the street with two hussies so I get out of the way of them and completely stop since this is the direction I need to go home. Then, like a bad action movie, another bloodied guy breaks free of the doormen who broke up the fight and comes barreling into traffic! A car slams on its brakes and he barely avoids being hit. As he hobbles toward the shirtless offender and the two hussies, I am completely sandwiched in betwixt this really bad situation.
Then the bloodied hobbler reaches behind him and pulls out a gun!!! Granted, this is L.A but this seemed unnecessary. My instinct was to press myself up against a chain link fence around the parking lot this was going down in front of. When, as if this was some shitty screenplay, I stir up a skunk which proceeds to dart about 15 feet ahead of me and let loose from its furry caboose a foul blast of skunk juice which then sends everyone in the party up ahead fleeing in panic! Even the guy with a gun darts the other way, I jump in front of a cab and zipped down the street and was on my computer within ten minutes writing this up.
This was the Jesus Skunk. This skunk saved the day. No one got shot and the guy who started the fight and his skunk skanks are now probably trying to buy a ton of tomato juice in the middle of the night.
How is this even reality???