The rapper named Dolla was fatally shot yesterday afternoon in the valet waiting area of the Beverly Center. I have to admit I'd never heard of Mr. Dolla but I've sure heard of the valet waiting area of the Beverly Center. I park there often. In fact, if I read the reports correctly, he was standing out on La Cienega when it happened, which means he was right across the street from the Souplantation I frequent, especially during Creamy Tomato Soup Month.
I'm not sure why I'm mentioning this but there's an extra little chill when something like that happens in a locale that's familiar to you. Sure, you think, "Hey, I could have been there then," but there's also this: It makes it feel like it takes place in the actual world. It seems somehow more real.