By Chase Chapley
After the 24th St riot, I must admit: I’m shaken up. I’m trying my best to be objective and report the facts, but I can’t ignore what I just saw. It was pure horror. Raw and savage. I’m sure photos, and maybe a couple videos, will eventually surface, but I strongly urge that you not see what I saw, at least not unprepared.
My colleagues and I moved a few blocks away, cautiously bypassing the Dino Army as we did. They didn’t stop or harass us, but we weren’t taking any chances. I hesitate to say where we are now. We are all shaking, even those of us who have seen war firsthand.
I’ve retyped this entry a dozen times, and it’s clear I need some time to process this.
On a personal note, I’d like to tell my wife, Charlene, one thing: I love you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to my life, and I hope that you stay safe wherever you are. I had always been skeptical about “true love.” It was a romantic notion for the young and simple-minded. I was jaded. And then I met you, and I realized how simple-minded I had been.
Thank you. I love you. I hope to see you again.