It's pouring rain outside and the city has gone to hell in a hand basket. Fender benders abound. Traffic is stopped for miles. Rocks slide down hillsides, leaving little piles of mud everywhere. Water comes up over the curbs and it looks like Florida during the last hurricane. It takes hours to travel what usually takes minutes and when you tell someone you have to go out, they express sympathy. "Are you sure you want to come meet us before the concert?" I ask my friends who have been sitting in their car for almost two hours from Santa Monica when they call to tell me that they are "almost there." It looks like Haiti or the Honduras from all the broken pieces of palm trees blowing in the street. But it's not. It's the Hollywood Hills. And although the weather forecasters have been predi...
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