The best part about driving through town is how it removes the context from every instance of weirdness you see — you never have any time to ask follow-up questions.
Two weird moments from the drive from Culver City to Los Feliz last night:
At the big, floodlit Shell station on Venice at Overland, some trying to sell gas from a red jerry can to people who had stopped. He was a black guy in a brown sport jacket, and kept making the pouring gesture and rubbing the fingers of his other hand together.
On Pico west of Crenshaw, a boy was holding open the door to a storefront church that hadn't started services. He was wearing a suit, had a bunch of balloons in his hand, and was dancing side to side while people inside were finishing setting up chairs.