Cold Case (part 1)
// December 16th, 2009 // 2 Comments » // I Love LA.
Last Wednesday ‘Cold Case’ was filming outside our Koreatown apartment. A notice had been posted above our mailboxes reading “Dear Neighbors, Warner Bros. Television Productions Inc. is filming its seventh season of the hit drama ‘Cold Case.” Blah blah.
It didn’t bother me none. My housemates who I’ll call Frederick and Jon weren’t too thrilled. “Why!?” There were asking rhetorically to no one except themselves and myself. “Why does it matter?” I butted in. “We’re in Los Angeles. These things happen, and at least people have jobs working on these shows.” I was taking the opposite viewpoint for no particular reason than to argue haphazardly. Well, I wouldn’t be the one laughing later on. None of us would be, in fact.
Sure enough, the sucking up of the neighborhood electricity by the ‘Cold Case’ crew caused a power outage. Jon, Frederick and myself took the opportunity to take a little trip to Vons for groceries. It was a cold night. In line an older lady commented on our “child-like” purchases. “Wow, you eat like kids.” She said after nosily peering at Jon’s and Frederick’s ramen noodles, Cap’n Crunch, pizza, potato chips, peanut butter and bread. The hot tea was our only grown-up purchase, which is what I’d selected. “Are you roommates?” She asked. “Yes, and we’re all brothers and sister.” I said. She first looked at me, who happen to look like a white person, then at Jon who looks white and slightly Hispanic, then at Frederick who looks full-on Mexican. Clearly she thought we were liars. I was going to launch into the fact that our dad first got my white British mom pregnant then some years later met a different woman, their Mexican-American mom, and got her pregnant, but I didn’t feel like getting into the convoluted family tree.
(scroll below to read the rest of the story in ”Cold Case part 2″)
