The day LA failed all of us.
On January 7, 2025, I stood on my street and watched my neighborhood burn.
Karen Bass was in Ghana. We were screaming for help. The hydrants had no water. Fire trucks were stranded. The mayor of LA was 8,000 miles away on a trip she'd been warned not to take.
I lost my home. So did 6,800 of my neighbors. Sixteen months later, only 0.5% of us have rebuilt. Palisades lags every comparable California wildfire recovery, including Paradise after Camp Fire and Santa Rosa after Tubbs. People are still in hotel rooms. Insurance companies are still saying no. The city that should have shown up for us never did.
I'm not a politician. I never planned to run for anything. I'm a husband and father who watched the system fail in real time. And I realized something: if I don't run, who will?
This isn't about me. It's about the next family whose house burns. The next neighborhood Bass abandons. The next four years of a city that's forgotten how to function.
LA is worth saving. But it won't save itself.