Manual Arts student, 14, killed in Vermont Square

 "You never know, i mean, you know what you've got, but you never really, really know 'til it's over and it's all gone."  - Carresha Skiffer on the killing of her 14-year-old son Elawnzae. 

Saturday night, Nov 9, after working out, Elawnzae Peebles was walking toward 47th Street and Kansas Avenue in Vermont Square. He was roughly 200 feet from his cousin's house where he had been living for the last two months. You know what's coming.

One, maybe two cars rolled up on Kansas Avenue. Gunshots. Elawnzae, a Manual Arts HIgh School student, was struck. He managed to run around the corner to 46th Street. But, there, a shooter finished off the boy, according to the street. Elawnzae was not a gang member,  according to everybody, including the police.

Monday, at the first shooting scene, there was a hasty memorial  - a photo of a smiling boy surrounded by murder candles -  the grim urban prop known on almost every corner of the Southside of Los Angeles.  Elawnzae's grandmother, who had raised him,  arrived as local television news stations were filming that familiar, awful tribute.  

"Is this where it happened?" grandma Brenda Chatma asked in a weary voice. She bowed her head and decried the violence. She had raised the boy when his mother was unable to. 

Standing solemnly on Kansas Avenue,  his cousin, Josiah, 15, and his friends, Wisdom Muhammad, 17,  and Elijah Phillips, 15, told how Elawnzae kept to himself, never bothered anyone, liked to crack jokes and loved to eat.   

 "He was little, but, man, could he eat," said Elijah.  "We just went to Denny's the other day. He got the unlimited pancakes and a smoothie."

"Mango," said his dejected couisn Joisah.

 "He almost ate all the pancakes there," said Wisdom with a sad laugh.

A minute later, a member of the local gang, the Rollin 40s Crips, walked up and tried to console Elawnzae's mother and aunt.

"He was a good kid," said the 25-year-old gang member who asked that his name not be used.  "Hell, no, he wasn't in the 40s or any gang. I used to tell him to stay in school. It ain't the world, it's the people in it, You feel me?"

Elawnzae had been living in Lancaster with his aunt Falesha - who gave him his unique name -  but moved to Los Angeles in September to be closer to his mother Carresha.

"I talked to him on the phone after he worked out Saturday night," said Carresha.  "The  last thing I said to him was "You get home safe."

Elawnzae doing what he loved to do.

Elawnzae doing what he loved to do.

Marlo Stanfield Is Now Det. Harry Bosch's Partner

Facing life in prison for conspiracy to operate a drug organization and orchestrating dozens of murders, Marlo Stanfield has agreed to enter the Actor's Protection Program, where he will pretend to be the detective partner of MIchael Connelly's iconic LAPD  homicide investigator Harry Bosch for an upcoming Amazon series.    

Using the alias Jamie Hector, the once-murderous thug who took on the Avon Barksdale gang in West Baltimore while trying to repulse a rampage by Omar Little, was on the set of "Bosch" as they shot Wednesday on the roof of LAPD's  Hollywood Station,  Take after take, Hector appeared from a darkened stairwell to met Bosch, played by Titus Welliver, who was smoking a cigarette and contemplating his latest difficulties with the LAPD brass. 

"Man, this is acting is harder than simply telling Chris and Snoop to go kill someone," said Marlo, oops, I mean Jamie,  who, nevertheless seemed to be coasting into the role of Bosch's partner, Det. Jerry Edgar.

"He's doing great," said real life Det. Tim Marcia of LAPD's Robbery Homicide Division.  Marcia regaled Stanfield, oops I mean Hector, with colorful stories of being on patrol in LAPD's dangerous Southeast Division.

"I wish he was my boot," said Marcia, referring to the term for a police officer straight out of the academy.

The show is expected to premiere on Amazon's Prime Instant Video in early Spring, 2014.

 

Classic combination  Detective Tim Marcia actor Jamie Hector and writer Michael Connelly on the set of "Bosch"

Classic combination  Detective Tim Marcia actor Jamie Hector and writer Michael Connelly on the set of "Bosch"

Ten Memorable Quotes From Outlaws I've Interviewed

1. "What's wrong with society today is there are no more fist fights". --Sonny Barger, leader of the Oakland Hells Angels 5/2/1996  L.A. Times

2. "Then I was going to stick the knife in his forehead, and I was hoping his mother was coming to visit him that day. That's how vicious I was, I knew I was going to death row."- Donald "Big D" Garcia, Mexican Mafia hitter-turned gang interventionist on his about his plan to kill a Hoover in County back in the 70s. 6/9/2003 L.A. Times

3."We should be on the list, We the most hated gang in town" - Set Trip from 5-deuce Hoover on a list complied by the  Mayor of L.A. and the chief of the LAPD of the 11 "worst" gangs in the city. 
 
4.  "I guess it's the establishment that I spent three years fighting for. You take off the khakis and the blue and put on some jeans and a leather jacket and immediately you become an asshole."  - "Wino" Willie Forkner, the outlaw biker who inspired the Marlon Brando movie "The Wild One" on what he was "rebelling against". When asked that in the 1954 film, Johnnie, the Brando character, replies famously "Whaddaya got?" 5/2/1996 L.A. Times.

5. "All the guys getting busted, they don’t realize what a life sentence is. When the pop goes off, when their head pops out of their ass and they realize they ain’t going home after just five years. When they realize they’ll never be able to taste a Big Mac or a Quarter Pounder again. To see them go crazy when they hear their moms is dying and they’re locked up and can’t go see her. When they hear their woman is pregnant by their best homeboy. When they realize they’ll never see a night sky again." - Ronald "Kartoon" Antwine, storied former menace to society Bounty Hunter who  is now a Hollywood location scout.  From LA Weekly cover story "War and Peace In Watts". 7/14/2005 LA Weekly 

6. "Armenian people who put AP down, that say we are a disgrace, they don't know this life, This gangster's life." - Armen "Silent" Petrossyan, fallen leader of Armenain Power. 8/18/1997 L.A. Times

7. "Two girls are dead. If I'm not a monster than what am I? - Rex Krebs in a jailhouse interview admitting he killed two college students in San Luis Obispo. Krebs is on Death Row for the killings 4/27/1999 Fresno Bee

8. "Man, we've all lost homies, I know you're upset and hurt about your dead homies, but we have to move forward," -- Kevin "Big Cat" Doucette, feared  Rollin '60s shot caller urging younger gang members in his gruff way to focus on the living, not the dead. 4/5/1998 L.A. Times

9. "Who?" - Convicted cop killer Carlos "Stoney" Velasquez on being asked "Did you know Abel?" referring to Abel Escalante, the Los Angeles County Deputy Sheriff he was convicted of killing. "Oh, yeah. Man, I don't even know his first name." 10/21/2010 LA Weekly

10. "Getting the death penalty saved my life." - Big Evil.  11/29/1998   Nearly 15 years later, late in the summer of 2013 I reminded Big Evil of that quote. He nodded and said "It did." 

Why Homicide Cops Do What They Do

If anyone ever wondered what motivates a homicide cop to do what he or she does,  they should've seen Sandra Balbuena at Monday's LAPD press conference to announce two suspect have been arrested and charged with the murder of her father in what has become known as the "craigslist cell phone killing". 

At the 77th Street press conference Sandra, the heartbroken 19-year-old daughter of Rene Balbuena who was killed Oct. 19 on Gramercy Place near 92nd Street, spoke not only of her father, but of those detectives that broke the case.

"My dad was my best friend," said Sandra, her voice cracking as she stood next to Det. Chris Barling, supervisor of 77th Street Division's homicide detectives. "My dad was everything to me. Nothing ever is going to bring him back."

Then addressing Barling and the other detectives, she continued. "I don't have the words to thank you for everything you have done for me and my family. My family is really grateful. I know you didn't sleep, didn't eat, didn't stop. I want to thank everyone else, too, for their support for my family.  The community The schools."  

Even watching on a television miles away from 77th and Broadway, I could feel the emotions - pride, sorrow, determination, gratitude - coursing through that press conference.   

Rene Balbuena, 41, of South Gate, was with his 15-year-old son when they were attacked by two teenage gang members who had lured the victims there with the craigislist ad to rob them. During the botched robbery-turned homicide, Sandra's brother was grazed by a bullet. He was treated and released from a local hospital.

 "I am just grateful I still have my brother," Sandra said. "I just really want to thank everyone." 

As for Det. Barling, he singled out lead investigator Dean Binluan and his partners for praise, as well as Criminal Gang Homicide Division, LAPD's Southwest Division's gang and robbery tables, Metropolitan's K-9 unit, Robbery Homicide's Special Surveillance Squad and the joint FBI/LAPD Task Force.  "This investigation would not have come to such a quick conclusion without the help of those entities." Barling said. 

Markell Thomas, 18, and Ryan Roth, 17, of Inglewood have been charged in the killing. 

 "This is about the family and their loss," said Det. Sal LaBarbera. "And about us trying to prevent stuff like this. That is what drives us."

 

Bounty Hunter Triple OGs Speak At Flipside's Funeral

There probably were more ex-convicts with knockout punches gathered outside a Watts Baptist church at 114th Street and Graham Avenue recently than there were in all the gyms in Los Angeles that day.  

The hard hitters — Bounty Hunter Bloods from Nickerson Gardens housing project — were convened at Macedonia Baptist Church, not to wreak havoc but to hear the wiser, original gangsters, the "Triple O.G.s," exhort them to not "grab your Glocks" and "hunt down the killers" of a beloved homie.

The gathering was, in a real sense, a state funeral for Nickerson Gardens: a somber, loving, sometimes humorous farewell to Kevin "Flipside" White, aka "Dirty Kev," a rapper with O.F.T.B. (Operation From The Bottom) who signed with Death Row Records in the 1990s. White, 44, was gunned down on Sept. 23 in front of his childhood home, about 500 feet from the church.

Ten minutes after Flip White was killed, Markice "Chiccen" Brider, 29, was shot to death a few blocks east on 114th Street at Imperial Courts housing project. The Los Angeles Police Department arrested three suspects for both shootings — Grape Street Crips from Jordan Downs project in Watts — but only one has been charged.

Fear of a return to the bloody Watts of decades past put everyone on red alert.

Inside Macedonia Baptist, a Triple O.G. from way back, Ronald "Kartoon" Antwine, 54, shared tender remembrances of Flipside. He then urged the Bounty Hunters, L.A.'s most infamous Bloods, not to retaliate against Grape Street.

"Let the police do their job," Antwine said. "Outside this church right now is the LAPD officer who did what he was supposed to do that night — and caught the shooters."

Then something extraordinary happened. The overflowing congregation of 700 people stood and loudly cheered. It went on for 20 seconds.

"For the people of Watts to applaud about the LAPD making an arrest is such a huge transformation — that clearly shows what we have built with that community," LAPD Sgt. Emada Tingirides says.

The long applause was "the culmination of years of partnerships between the police, interventionists and the community," says her husband, LAPD Capt. Phillip Tingirides. "We're in a good relationship with the community, especially Nickerson and Imperial. The police do care."

A few blocks away, the repast for Markice "Chiccen" Brider was held. Brider's cousin Deshawn Cole, who was featured in L.A. Weekly's April 4 article "A Gay Leader Emerges in the 'Hood," explained, "People are coping, instead of going crazy.

"It's a different time, a new generation," Cole said. "They don't need things to be dangerous like it was for previous generations."

Sgt. Tingirides agrees. "Flip was connected to Death Row Records, to Athens Park, to other hoods," she says. "The [other] hoods were telling the Bounty Hunters, 'Point us in the right direction and we will take care of business.' But community leaders from Nickerson told them they didn't want that anymore."

Up until the early 2000s, the gang wars littered L.A. with bodies. In 1996, Flipside's song "Check Yo Hood" warned, "And now the projects have turned into a war zone. I guess the only rule now, to each his own."

Even after violent crime plummeted in L.A., the projects were still a dangerous world. From January 2002 to August 2011, 69 homicides hit Nickerson Gardens, Jordan Downs and Imperial Courts.  

But then, for 22 amazing months, nobody was murdered in the three projects — and then, on June 23 this year, Floyd Videau was shot to death in Imperial Courts. And in August, Damionye Terrelle Fredricks-Hubbard, 23, aka "Roscoe," was killed at Nickerson Gardens. A week later, Capt. Tingirides was walking through Nickerson. There hadn't been any payback shootings.

"There were some hard-core Bounty Hunters standing around," Tingirides recalls. "Guys in their late 20s. I walked by and said, 'I want to tell you, thank you. I appreciate you not jumping back and wasting more lives.' One guy said, 'You're welcome. The right thing to do.' "  

"I was flabbergasted. I just said, 'Thanks again,' and walked away. But by me acknowledging they were doing something right, it threw some responsibility on them."

Tingirides credits many, but two men from Nickerson Gardens, "Big Donny" Joubert and "Big Hank" Henderson, stand out.

"We cannot go back to where we were before," says Joubert, 53, a Triple O.G. whom some consider the most respected man in Watts. "We have to stay strong. We are going to have some tragedies down the road, but we have to push for peace. I wish more folks would come aboard this train."

At Flipside's funeral, Joubert urged, "Don't just show up when there's a service. We need you all the time. If you love your community like you say, you need to help. The younger cats love the encouragement."

The night before the funeral, at Flipside's house, Ronald "Lowdown" Watkins, with whom White formed O.F.T.B., was convincing himself and others that retaliation against Grape Street was not an option.

Said Lowdown: "It's past rough. 'Rough' ain't even a word for it. I'm a rapper. I got a lot of words, but I'm at a loss of words when it comes to this shit right here."

But, in fact, he wasn't at a loss: "The cold part about it is, everything that we ever built for our whole life, do I let it go or do I keep going? There's no question about it. Keep going. We got kids. We got homies' kids whose fathers are dead. If we can't find a better way out of this, how can we expect them to? We ain't going back to going stupid. Not on my watch."

"Going stupid" would be driving though Jordan Downs and shooting anyone who resembled a Grape Street Crip.

This once was considered a proper reaction. And a leading contender to do something "stupid" used to be Bam.

That's Michael Herbert, 49, Flip's older brother. Released this year from Corcoran State Prison after serving 17 years on drug charges, he's haunted by Flip's killing yet determined not to strike back. "Now it's like he's my older brother and I need to listen to him and not do anything foolish," he says.

It isn't just hard-core ex-cons who seem to be different. LAPD Senior Lead Officer Robert Yanez says residents offered tips that, two hours after Brider and White were killed on Sept. 23, propelled him, alone in his squad car, to pull over the driver of a Chrysler Town & Country minivan.

Yanez tells the Weekly he saw two other men inside, slumped in their seats — and the sliding door open. Yanez's gun at "low ready" position, he called for backup. Cops arrested three men and found two guns.

One man, Kevin Phillips, 26, identified with the Grape Street Crips, pled not guilty to two counts of murder. One was held on a parole violation and the third was released.

Last week, rapper Lowdown Watkins poured some Hennessy on the ground near where his best friend died. "I'm used to going to every funeral with this nigga," Watkins said. "I'm used to everything that come up, some crisis, some problems, Flip 'n' me going there and dealing with it. But, damn, Flip can't come with me on this one."

Outdoor activity has been minimal at Jordan Downs since the killings on 114th Street. The vibe was akin to your next-door neighbor having done something bad — but you were going to be punished for it.   

If they were waiting for a payback killing, for things to get "stupid," it hasn't come. And if Big Donny, Capt. T, Kartoon, Sgt. T and Lowdown have their way, it won't.

 

Fried Skrimps ( and some good Eggplant)

At Chengdu Taste, a Chinese restaurant in Alhambra, I joined a celebration for Laurie Ochoa's birthday the other evening.  As her husband was ordering all these spicy Schezuan dishes, I called out to the waiter, (with Laurie's assistance) "I'm gonna have some of them fried skrimps. That fried shrimp with eggs. Number 96." My frequent dining companion - and love of my life - Nancy Silverton turned to me, smiled and whispered "You're an idiot."

"Why? 'Cause i want some fried shrimp?  I don't want everything all super spicy." 

 "Fried shrimps? That's embarrassing. Plus, don't call them skrimps."

Ten minutes later, Schezuan peppercorn-dotted platters starting dropping on our 10-top like flyers announcing an upcoming bombing raid. Inundated we were. Tea cups were double-decked to make more room on the table that was transformed into a puzzle board  Hey, that duck'll fit there. There was some kind a chicken tidbits with more bones than a Stockholm porno convention. A plate of cold, sliced farm animal so strange that even our table's restaurant critic wasn't sure what it was. Some other plates, all mediocre to me.

Then came the sauteed eggplant with garlic sauce.  This was some good eggplant. I forgot how good eggplant could be.  I'm not saying you gotta drive out to Alhambra just for this eggplant, even if you're in nearby Temple City,  but, if you are at Chengdu, be sure to order it. Number 46, $7.99..    

(Getting back to Temple City for a moment, If anyone knows how many temples there are in that city, let me know. Ralph Waxman, the dean of servers at Mozza, suggested that there were at least twice the number of temples as there are people in Temple City.} 

About 45 seconds after the eggplant made a splash. here comes lamb toothpicks, extremely tasty cumin-coated lamb pieces about the size of a individual Rollo.  I had at least 15 of them, roughly a shoulder chop worth. 

Then came those fried shrimp with eggs. Before it even landed, Nancy was praising the dish, complementing the visual fluffiness of the scrambled eggs and the plumpness of the non-batter sauteed shrimp like she had ordered the dish.  

The shrimp and eggs, the eggplant, those lamb toothpicks. So good I whispered to Nancy, only semi-joshing, that this was "the second best Chinese restaurant in America.." 

Five seconds later, not even. Nancy announced to the table that "This place ( we didn't know the name of it at that point. Like, "Where are we?" ) is the greatest Chinese restaurant in the world."  The woman is constantly stealing key lines from me, then modifying slightly as to claim her own. 

A fish that looked like it had curly fries sticking out his ass made quite a splash. Jonathan Gold wrote masterly about it a few days ago here. http://www.latimes.com/food/dailydish/la-dd-sichuan-lion-fish-chengdu-taste-20131021,0,7720564.story#axzz2iYcRj3UL

Birthday lady Laurie had a fish soup with a jar full of Schezuan peppercorns that made me mouth mini-vibrate like there was a frigate's fog horn going off near my molars.  

Chenku is now my new favorite Chinese restaurant in town, not that I know much about the subject.. But, it must be a slew of others' top pick, too. When we walked out the sidewalk, the scene reminded me of a Saturday night outside Pizzeria Mozza. or even a night outside Pepe in Grani in Campania. ( http://krikorianwrites.com/blog/2013/9/2/the-worlds-second-best-pizza ) A couple dozen people, waiting easy to get in, knowing something good would soon be dropping on their table.

As we sped on to the Long Beach Freeway from Valley Boulevard, passing my Cal State L.A.  alma mater, I said to Nancy "Those shrimp and eggs were good, right?"

"Delicious." 

"So you still think i'm an idiot?" 

"Sometimes. But, maybe not tonight." 

Chengdu Taste is 828 W. Valley Boulevard, Alhambra. Open 7 days 11:00 a.m. to Midnight. (626) 588-2284.    

Waiting easy on Valley Boulevard

Waiting easy on Valley Boulevard

Peppercorn fish soup

Peppercorn fish soup

Lion Fish .wanna be. 

Lion Fish .wanna be. 

Five More Killings on the Southside of Los Angeles

THE WONDERFUL MISTER JOHNSON

Herman Johnson had a routine. For years, every morning, the 74-year-old retired Los Angeles City worker would step off the porch of his home on Cimarron Street near 36th Place and take a long walk around his Exposition Park neighborhood.  

He took the stroll this past Sunday, Oct., 6,  but that walk - and his life -  ended around 6:20 a.m. at 37th Street and Western Avenue when someone shot him in the back of his head.

"He was a wonderful man, just wonderful,"  said Eva Mae Smith, 93, who has lived on this quiet block of Cimarron since 1934. "You couldn't ask for a better neighbor."

Sitting on her couch in her immaculate living room, Smith spoke quietly about the kindness of a neighbor she had known for more than  30 years.

"I don't know anyone who could even say one single bad word about Mr. Johnson. He really was wonderful. After my husband passed, he would come over and cut my lawn. He would take the garbage cans out. You would never have to ask him for a favor. He would ask you if you need anything. I can't believe someone would kill Mr. Johnson. Why would someone do something like that  to Mr. Johnson?  It's terrible how someone could do that to wonderful Mr. Johnson. "

LIL MAN

A couple hours later that Sunday morning, Anthony Anderson, 43,  was on the small front lawn of his place on East 90th Street near San Pedro Street watering his lawn. when a black male in his 20s appeared on foot. Many shots later,  Anderson lay bleeding to death on his driveway, the garden hose still running, splashing him, the water mixing with his blood.

Monday, a small memorial to Anderson was set up in front of the lawn .A cardboard sign read "Rest in Peace  Lil Man  Gone but not Forgotten."

Across the street a woman said her daughter was friends with the victim, but was too distraught to talk.

A PAIR OF TWO LAST BREATHS

Last Thursday, Oct. 3, at 6:25 p.m., Junius Wilson, 49,  was standing on the sidewalk at 108th Street and Browdway  when at least two suspects, driving in a light color compact vehicle, stopped nearby. One suspect  exited the car, approached Wilson and starting shooting with a handgun. The suspect then fled to the waiting vehicle.

Wilson collapsed on the sidewalk, but managed to get up and stumbled into the courtyard parking lot of the 108 Motel. He ran past the stunned motel manager, Bhupen Patel,  who was at the motel office window.

"This man came running. saying like 'Oh, oh'. and fell face down right there," said Patel, pointing to the front doors of rooms 101 and 102.  "He was shot in the chest,  He was breathing a little. then he took two final breaths."  

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Sixteen hours later, one block away, a resident on Olive Street north of 107th Street saw another man take his final two breaths.  

36-year-old Deandre Jackson was walking north Friday morning on Olive Street next to the Harbor Freeway when least two black male suspects In a dark color midsize vehicle stopped nearby. One suspect exited the car and began shooting at Jackson who was struck by the gunfire. The suspect re-entered the vehicle which sped away. 

"My husband and I heard the shots, woke up and opened the front door and there he was laying right there.," said Tawana Perry from the small front porch of her unit as she pointed to the sidewalk four feet away.   "His head was back, his eyes were open. My husband was saying 'Come on. come on. Stay with us'. But, then he took two last breaths."

On the exterior wall of Perry's  unit and on a metal fence at the sidewalk, there were four large bullet holes. Some of the large caliber bullets came through the wall into the bedroom of Perry's daughter who was inside sleeping.  "I'm still scared," said the 20-year-old daughter, shielding herself behind her mom.

SHATTERED GLASS

This morning, Oct. 8th,  Nery Chigua, 27, took his mother to a bus stop on Vermont Avenue and 82nd Street. As he was driving east, returning to his home on 82nd near Hoover Street, he was shot to death.  

Two residents reported hearing six gunshots, No one was home at the small house where Chiqua was said to be living. By 11 a.m., about five hours after the shooting, there was no indication to suggest that anything usually bad had happened at all on this  Southside corner other than a mess of shattered glass on the street.

  

Eva Mae Smith, 93, was shocked to hear about the killing of her neighbor, "wonderful Mr. Johnson".

Eva Mae Smith, 93, was shocked to hear about the killing of her neighbor, "wonderful Mr. Johnson".

Memorial for Anthony "Lil Man" Anderson on 90th and San Pedro 

Memorial for Anthony "Lil Man" Anderson on 90th and San Pedro 

Bullet Hole in one-inch wide metal fence poll on Olive Street and 107th Street where DeAndre Jackson died..

Bullet Hole in one-inch wide metal fence poll on Olive Street and 107th Street where DeAndre Jackson died..

Hastings Final Accident Report - Not the LAPD's, KW's

 

The Los Angeles Police Department's final accident report regarding Michael Hastings is still not finished and the lead investigator on the case said Friday it could be another two months before it is completed. 

Det. Connie White of LAPD's West Bureau Traffic is reliable in her response whenever Krikorian Writes calls. "I'm on another death investigation. I am swamped. I haven't finished with Hastings' final report.."

But, then she added "No one is going to have access to that anyway."

I really wish she hadn't said that.* 

Just when i was going to finally write my own thoughts, after several reports of quoting other people's opinion, after only writing the facts of the case from authorities and sources as I had learned them,  Det. White had to go and say that and bring back the "What are they hiding?" suspicions.   

As you recall - or maybe not since it's been so long - Michael Hastings died on June 18 this year in a dramatic car crash on Highland Avenue just south of Melrose Avenue in Hancock Park. The journalist's death understandably inspired conspiracies theories that a United States "black ops" had masterminded the "accident".   Hastings was best known for a Rolling Stone Magazine profile of then-general Stanley McChrystal who, along with his staff, badmouthed President Barack Obama and Vice President Joe Biden.  McChrystal was forced to resign as a result of the article.  To top that, Hastings was said to have been working on a report about the head of the CIA whose name escapes me right now. (Typing of the CIA, I'm kinda looking forward to seeing Saul get slowly killed by Carrie.)

Anyway, what seems like half a year ago, I came across the scene of the crash that June morning as I walked to Mozza to get my car that I had left the night before in the restaurant complex's rear parking lot. (No, I wasn't too drunk to drive.) An automobile, as mangled as I have seen,  was being dragged away from a palm tree and onto a flatbed tow truck. A LAPD officer, last name of Lee, told me the guy was dead and had crashed about four o'clock that morning  

My first thought? "Another L.A. drunk dies."

I told Officer Lee the restaurant's security camera may have captured the crash. It had. They got the tape. (Someone, WeAreTheSavageNation, put it on YouTube  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjaPHWNzTHQ  It has over 350,000 views.)

I never wrote about what I thought happened.  Then White comes up with that "no one's going to see the report" line.  As a reporter, the first thing that streaks through the  mind when someone, anyone, says something like that, is "You're wrong. I'm going to see that report."  

But, first, here's my final report,  I was gonna hold off.  but I'm not going to wait for an final accident investigation report. I've got Watts to cover. I've got my own death investigations and funerals to attend.     

So, not that hardly anyone cares, here's what I think. Michael Hastings wasn't the victim of a high power evil operations to silence him and any upcoming investigation he was undertaking. He just crashed. He sped without regard through a red light at the intersection of Melrose and Highland where there is a slight rise and his car went up on its suspension - maybe even lifted off the pavement a bit. He may have realized right then - delusional or not -  that he was going way too fast,  that he had made a big mistake. Mere speculation here, but I doubt in that instant he thought it was a fatal mistake. But, he knew he fucked up.  If he had any, the hairs on the back of his neck rose. A buzz coursed across his forehead to his shoulders.  Then, as seen on the Mozza video, he swerved, tapped his brakes, hit the curb, the front driver's side wheel came off,  a spark ensued, the rear of his car rose slightly, he hit a water pipe thingamajig, and then he hit a tree and bam! a big explosion and Michael Hastings was dead. 

A six weeks or so ago, two of his friends, who asked me not to use their names used, told me, without a doubt, Michael Hastings was murdered by the CIA or some dark forces.

But, as time went on,  they weren't so sure  Maybe it was just an accident, they both said separately in mid September.  One of them even consulted a psychic who contacted Michael Hastings Even Hastings, the psychic said, wasn't sure it wasn't just an accident.  How's that for proof?

But, the thing that set me off to be done with this story was this.   I was driving with a young friend at Highland and Melrose late one recent night. It wasn't four in the morning, but as I drove east along Melrose passing Highland I thought 'What if I had happened across this corner  in the early morning hours of June 18th at 4:21 or what ever it was.' What if someone else had. Some family getting an early start to a trip to Yosemite or Big Bear or anywhere. And our supposedly fearless investigative reporter comes barreling through and kills not just himself, but everyone else.    

There might now be a few more people out there that think I'm part of the coverup now. I've read several comments on the investigative website WhoWhatWhy.com and a couple others that stated such.

But, really, who would include me in any coverup?

 * "I wish she (he) hadn't said that."  Barney Miller. "Season One episode 11, part 3 or 3" Check it out starting at 2:45 or so. "Oh, no, No more Attica." 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IovOcJWifWE


 

 

 

Wild Celebration in Panzano At Butcher Dario Cecchini’s Wife Kim's Birthday Party Leaves Several Injured

Sept, 29, 2013 A.D.

At least 14 people were wounded by falling bullets Saturday in Tuscany after rambunctious revelers fired their AK-47s skyward in a wild celebration for the birthday of Kimberly Wicks,  aka "The Grace Kelly of Panzano" , aka "Killa Kim".  None of injuries were life threatening, though many reported a strange, even-more-intense-than-usual craving for "Burro di Chianti" aka lardo.

Officials estimated  up to six million people converged on the Chianti countryside to get a chance to met Kim and Dario Cechini, a butcher much better known as "Kim's Husband."  In downtown Panzano itself, where the couple are often found working, drinking and generally having a wonderful life, the mood was that of a liberated village.

Cleaning crews from around Europe and the Middle East were still being deployed in Tuscany late Sunday following a massive and wild celebration

Wicks, whose official title is Head Dishwasher at Antica Macelleria Cecchini, is widely considered to be the First Lady of Panzano. She first came to Italy in the 1990s, hoping to escape a life of crime in California where she hung out with the like of Big Evil, and Big Mike, both of the infamous MAKMAK47 Revolutionary Brigade. It was in California where she earned the nickname Killa Kim", as well as her other Nom de Guerre "The Blonde Widow" after her first nine husbands died mysteriously.  

Her tenth  husband, Dario "the Butcher", seems to be having the time of his life. As a gift to his beloved wife, Dario presented Kim with a 2,337 year-old-tin of Ancho;vies, originally given to Alexander the Great for conquering Panzano in 324 b.c..

 Alexander had stashed the tin with orders not to open until "Another extraordinary event occurs in, in, where are we again? India? Persia? Tyre? Oh, yeah, Panzano" 

Legendary tin once presented to Alexander

Legendary tin once presented to Alexander

Bread and pastry man delivers

Bread and pastry man delivers

Throngs crowd Panzano Streets to get near Kim Wicks

Throngs crowd Panzano Streets to get near Kim Wicks