We love waking up to crowing cocks and six-in-the-morning, reggaeton-blasting rides of shame in Pico Union. But trying to get past the threshhold for the night proved tricky following Saturday's Dodger game and postgame beers as one of two stickup men (you're no 'artist' when a German Shepard has you pinned in a church parking lot) was searched for in the cordoned-off block at which said abode was at the center of.
The wait at the crime scene during this rare neighborhood disturbance was interminible, with bleary eyed children and half-dressed neighbors wanting nothing but the sandman's touch and getting nothing but bureaucratic 'tude. But goddamn if weren't in need of our favorite late-night food source with the masa in reach, but miles away.
Light lingered on the edge of the darkness, however, as a wrong turn had a beautiful white whale of a taco truck mired in the yellow crime scene tape for a good five minutes. Stuck like a pong ball, it attempted to three-point turn its way from the tense situation while our mouths watered for pastor and cabesa. Who was that masked stranger with the bomb-ass tacos, painted white stallion, and deus ex machina-inspired timing? We may never know, but somebody up there must like us...
