ok so yesterday there was an earthquake in dc, where i happened to be, and although it was nothing on the scale of the above picture, the 5.8 ‘quake did manage to scare the shit outta me.
this just what, 2, 3 weeks from my horrible bad weather plane flight where we dropped like a million feet and i thought i was going to die.
someone is trying to tell me something…
ok. im dramatic. but it was way mad scary and i was alone and my initial thought was terrorism. i mean why would i think earthquake in dc? i lived in la for a few years and thought i escaped that bs when i moved here. after the initial, ok its not terrorism and i am on the top floor of a building that seems to be swaying hit me, i semi pulled it together. semi. i put on some sneaks, grabbed my sunglasses. took a few minutes deciding if i should grab my macbook pro(i did not), searched for a sweater(maybe i thought it was cold in hell, i dunno) and i ran down the emergency stairs to the outside where it was looking like a post apocalyptic world not in damage but in everyone standing outside, evacuated, not knowing what the hell was going on.
after the tears stopped and i realized i was not dying, my brother who was about 15 min away was ok, and that it was hot as vegas day in july so ditch the sweater, i realized something.
i need to write this all down and throw it in a scene…i wonder if i could weave it into the new feature…
anyway, i need to get my reactions to danger together, shoulda at least grabbed the laptop with all my precious writing…though i prob wont need it where im going, ha!