Getting home was a nightmare of epic proportions. Cahuenga was a disaster north of Sunset, so I turned and took Wilcox - WORSE. In fact, insanity. In fact, I rolled down my window and had a rather colorful conversation with two police officers who really didn't understand why it was like this out there. There was some humungous truck going up towards Hollywood Boulevard, with a kind of stage on the back, smoke pouring out of it, and two rappers doing their act. They're lucky I wasn't behind them. Once I was past Hollywood, and back on Cahuenga it was fine and I just missed the Hollywood Bowl traffic.