It says 5.4 in the first sentence. Sheesh.

I went through a 5.2 in LA on New Years Day 1979.

I fell down a couple of times, but I thought I was just drunk still from the night before. I never got to sleep and was crawling around in the hills in Ventura.

When I got back to my friends, they were all “Oh, you’re OK. We thought you were dead.”
“What??”
“The earthquake!”
“What?”
“The earthquake!!”
“What?”
“THE EARTHQUAKE!!”
“There was an earthquake??”

/During my time in the hills, I had my own “vision quest” deal. I sat down and within minutes, I was surrounded by hummingbirds. Dozens of them. It was so cool. They were literally within inches of my face.