Today was a strange and eventful day in Laguna Beach, like something out of a Raymond Chandler or James Ellroy novel. It started normally enough. David and Schuyler left early to surf Thalia Street with the high school surf team. They had just gotten out of the water and were loading the boards into the back of the car when they heard a horrific series of collisions and then gunfire. Apparently the police had to shoot a suspect who had sped up Pacific Coast Highway on the wrong side of the road, crashing into multiple cars, and then tried to flee the scene of the crime. Amazingly enough, no one was killed, and in true L.A. noir fiction style, the sun came out later and shone brightly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
I've written a haiku about today's events.
High speed chase, shots fired
damp veil hides the horizon
then, afternoon sun