Sunday, September 1
My mother practically tore the door down trying to rush inside my unit. "Thebusyoutakeisbeingheldhostagerightthereinthehighway." I was sleeping, and it took about ten seconds for the news to lodge inside my brain. She wanted me to contact a news crew because there were no media people there yet. Uh-huh. I ended up calling our former executive producer, even if it was a Saturday afternoon. It turns out he was in New York. Blast it. My mother was paced up and down while I texted people. "They held a whole bus hostage. Right there in front of the Iglesia ni Cristo. You have to call a camera crew." As though that would help solve the problem. Well, a news crew did arrive, and some police. I don't know what happened. No news yet.