I saw Jaws when I was eleven and I had nightmares for weeks. I lived a mile from the beach but I still thought I was going to get torn to bits in my bed. I wasn’t the only one.
The officers’ radio crackled with an urgent warning: He could be coming your way.
It was around 5 a.m. in Torrance on Thursday and police from nearby El Segundo had seen a pickup truck exit a freeway and head in the general direction of the Redbeam Avenue residence of a high-ranking Los Angeles police official, which was being guarded by a group of LAPD officers . .
Law enforcement sources told The Times that at least seven officers opened fire. On Friday, the street was pockmarked with bullet holes in cars, trees, garage doors and roofs. Residents said they wanted to know what happened.
“How do you mistake two Hispanic women, one who is 71, for a large black male?” said Richard Goo, 62, who counted five bullet holes in the entryway to his house.
Margie and her elderly mother Emma somehow survived. Only three bullet wounds.
Photographs of the back of the truck showed at least two dozen bullet holes. Neighbors, however, suggested there were more shots fired . .
Kathy Merkosky, 53, was outside her stucco home pointing out the six bullet holes in the bumper and grill of her silver Acura MD-X. She knew her truck was damaged when she spotted it on television and “saw fluid flowing into the street.”
Her Ford Focus was hit as well — a bullet shattered the windshield and another flattened a front tire.
25 minutes later Torrance cops gunned down a bunch of mirages, or flying utensils or something. It’s only luck the police haven’t murdered more people than the monstrous Christopher Dorner, post-modern Geronimo. I think our imaginations are more dangerous than our sharks. I’m having flashbacks from the Daryl Gates era, where the cops were the cowboy crazies in the neighborhood.
ADD: Thank God, the Charlie Sheen.
In Fellini’s day, this would qualify as ‘weird.’