 I remember it was like 2 in the morning, and my cousin was just down the road and sent me a text and was like, we're on fire. And I was like, what? And then I started to realize how intense it was when I looked outside. In my neighborhood, which was mostly working class, brown neighborhood, and everybody was packing their cars. We left at like 3 in the morning. I remember the lines for the gas station were like down the road, and it was like gridlock traffic.