I had been dreaming of going to South Central (The Hood) to sample Salvadorian food. I had not been in about 15 or 20 years since I was doing notary work. It used to be a black area, and then it turned into a Salvadorean area. That is how Los Angeles is. Pretty soon the whole city will be Salvadorean…. or perhaps Honduran if the refugee crisis continues. I have been wanting to do this for two years, but never had time.

After my chiropractic appointment on Friday, I had this thought that I should “just do it” even though I would risk sounding like a Nike commercial. So, I went food tasting in Larchmont first. I had my blueberry banana smoothie to get my fruit and berry energy for my health regimen. Then I sampled a piece of lemon cake and chocolate from a cafe. This was in a very poche part of town. Then I went down Western. The traffic was the worst I’ve seen in years. I inched my way down block by block. There was very little to see and no restaurants worth visiting. By this time I was pretty deep in the hood.

Then, a tiny waft of marijuana smoke came in my window — from where, it is unclear. I felt a drugged experience immediately. But, not a marijuana experience. I can’t describe it. I didn’t like it. But, I don’t do drugs and I was sober. It was a heavy, low and distorted feeling. I felt slightly dehydrated and mildly lightheaded as well. After that I felt terror. I had no idea why. I didn’t see that many people on the sidewalk, but the one I saw looked very drugged out. I felt that I was in the wrong place, but thank God during the day. I wanted to get out — and fast. So I turned left and it got more normal again. I drove East and started feeling normal again, then drove North, and then down Vermont. There was a good Asian noodle spot near the university, but they were closed and there was no parking anyway. Vermont was slow going South as well and there was nothing good to see.

After I got back, my psychic said that some 11 year olds were being drugged very close to where I was driving, and they were hired to kill someone. That is why I felt what I felt. I thought the hood was safe now. But, according to the psychic, I shouldn’t be down there …. at all.

So, I guess I am very sensitive to pick up on what other people are doing at least from the vibration. This experience was sort of paranormal, and very disturbing. But, nothing bad happened. I learned never to drive around Los Angeles Friday afternoon. It is terrible. But, Sunday is a good day, and if I ever do another food tour, I will try it then. My papusa dining experience will have to wait!