I am so damn fortunate to have such good friends. My family is now settled into my dear friend’s parents house in Hancock Park that I grew up hanging in when I was just a boy. They just moved his 93 year old dad out and were starting to prep it for sale, but my dear friend (I was his best man and we’ve been friends for I guess almost 50 years) insisted we move in and his siblings were equally adamant. We don’t have a kitchen as they have it ripped up but who gives a shit. Our animals are settled, we have a place to sleep, and we’re in a great place. We may be weeks before we can go home. And I had another lifelong friend and his wife who we love dearly bring us a bunch of clothes because we have just a few things. We hav e it so much better than those who lost their homes that I feel guilty. But my job is to take care of my family and my friends allowed me to do that. And it’s kinda cool to be back in the hood I used to ride my bike around and see all my friends. I had two other dear friends on this street when I was a kod. Damn our family is exhausted from this.