[fit2rule]

Northridge was horrendous, but I personally didn't suffer any damage other than a book-end falling off my properly secured shelves, and my cat taking a massive piss right in the middle of the floor. My roommate and his girlfriend survived the mirror over their bed crashing down on them somehow, but other than that .. no worries. A well-built house.

My neighbours - well, lets just say that by the time I got my senses together to go outside and inspect things, they'd already packed all their shit and their kids into the SUV and were moving back to Oklahoma that instant, no time to wait - they GTFO'ed out of California... their house wasn't even that damaged, apart from its chimney laying in the street, like every other brick chimney in the neighbourhood ..

Northridge was wild. I'll never forget the feeling of walking around Hollywood that morning, looking at the kitchen and toilet sections of apartment buildings that had their walls stripped off them, like some bear had ripped open a beehive to get to the goods ..

[WalterBright]

> the mirror over their bed crashing down on them

I could never sleep under a mirror for exactly that reason.

[fit2rule]

They were young, and had their reasons. :)