Domestic Dispute (1AM again?!)

For the last few nights I've been sleeping in my van in Hollywood. After being hit 3 times my first night, sleeping in the van seemed comical. After waking up to find the car in front of me had been broken into while I was sleeping, I started to feel like urban van camping might not be so safe. Tonight I woke up to a loud bang and what I thought was a car accident. When I looked out the window to see if the people were okay, I saw a man spread-eagle, face down ,lying on the hood of a car in the middle of the street yelling at the driver. What I thought may have been a serious accident was nothing more than a drunken domestic dispute. The man continued standing in front of the woman's car, despite her efforts to drive away from him. She revved the engine, threatening to run the guy over, but didn't have the gusto to squish his bare feet. At the point when she began flashing her lights and honking when people walked by (asking for help I assume?), I decided I better call the cops. I grabbed my sleeping bag and headed for my cousin's floor. I suppose the one good thing about staying in a bad neighborhood is that the cops were just around the corner.