Fun fact: the house I grew up in was very close to the Tate house and I remember that day vividly. I remember the police coming to the door, telling us to lock every door and window, and instructing the adults to keep us kids inside for the day. Also, the helicopters flying low and loud over the neighborhood. I was just a little kid but I understood something really bad was happening. It scared me for a long time. Watching the trial hijinks on TV helped me feel normal again. Later, when I was a teenager all the stoners used to go park by that (then) empty house to get high and make out.
Fun fact: the house I grew up in was very close to the Tate house and I remember that day vividly. I remember the police coming to the door, telling us to lock every door and window, and instructing the adults to keep us kids inside for the day. Also, the helicopters flying low and loud over the neighborhood. I was just a little kid but I understood something really bad was happening. It scared me for a long time. Watching the trial hijinks on TV helped me feel normal again. Later, when I was a teenager all the stoners used to go park by that (then) empty house to get high and make out.
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