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Feb. 17th, 2005 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
benchiladaOn Valentine's day, I brought in packs of NKotB trading cards. "88 different cards and 10 different stickers," they proudly proclaimed. Much trading of boys who were once cute ensued. I think I was the winner, with a picture of one of them lifting up on side of his t-shirt. And either his nipple was an inch from his shoulder or they airbrushed it out. 'cause, y'know, girls never see nipples.
On a side note,
COPS is filmed on location OUTSIDE OF BENJAMIN'S FUCKING HOUSE!
A little after nine last night we heard a number of car doors slamming in front of our house. I thought, "Which of my dogmangling friends is stopping by unannounced this late at night?"
Went to the front door in time to see cop pulling a struggling man from the passenger's side of a pickup parked in front of our house. He then wrestled the guy to the sidewalk and handcuffed him. Started talking about charging him with possession of a weapon, obstruction of justice, and then called back for some of the other cops to start looking for the stuff the guys had thrown out of the window. Driver got pulled out, kept saying, "Why are you doing this to me, I didn't do nothin', I don't know what they were doin', I didn't see 'em doin' anything!" Mr. Policity-man says, "So, you didn't see him throwing things out the window of your truck after I turned on my sirens, and you didn't keep driving for a block to give him time to do it?"
Soon, one of the cops down the street shouts what seems to be, "Well, I found the crack pipe."
"Keep looking," says cop with the driver.
They just sat one guy down and leaned him against a little tree in our parkway. Sara was worried that he would make a run for it and we'd get hurt, then I reminded her that we were in our locked house, he was handcuffed and sitting on the ground, and cops have guns.
My second-ever encounter with crackheads. Redneckity crackheads this time. At least these two weren't grinding against each other while leaning on the ATM so hard it almost fell over. And none of them had a giant wet spot in the front of their stretch pants. But that's a story for another day...
benjamin sTone
8:16am, Urbana, IL
Current Music: the sounds of the stacks being opened
Last Book I Read a Page of: TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, Harper Lee
Last Movie: started SHAOLIN IDIOT (19??, H.K., Stephen Chow)
Next Movie: YOUTH OF THE BEAST (1963, Japan, Seijun Suzuki)
On a side note,
COPS is filmed on location OUTSIDE OF BENJAMIN'S FUCKING HOUSE!
A little after nine last night we heard a number of car doors slamming in front of our house. I thought, "Which of my dogmangling friends is stopping by unannounced this late at night?"
Went to the front door in time to see cop pulling a struggling man from the passenger's side of a pickup parked in front of our house. He then wrestled the guy to the sidewalk and handcuffed him. Started talking about charging him with possession of a weapon, obstruction of justice, and then called back for some of the other cops to start looking for the stuff the guys had thrown out of the window. Driver got pulled out, kept saying, "Why are you doing this to me, I didn't do nothin', I don't know what they were doin', I didn't see 'em doin' anything!" Mr. Policity-man says, "So, you didn't see him throwing things out the window of your truck after I turned on my sirens, and you didn't keep driving for a block to give him time to do it?"
Soon, one of the cops down the street shouts what seems to be, "Well, I found the crack pipe."
"Keep looking," says cop with the driver.
They just sat one guy down and leaned him against a little tree in our parkway. Sara was worried that he would make a run for it and we'd get hurt, then I reminded her that we were in our locked house, he was handcuffed and sitting on the ground, and cops have guns.
My second-ever encounter with crackheads. Redneckity crackheads this time. At least these two weren't grinding against each other while leaning on the ATM so hard it almost fell over. And none of them had a giant wet spot in the front of their stretch pants. But that's a story for another day...
benjamin sTone
8:16am, Urbana, IL
Current Music: the sounds of the stacks being opened
Last Book I Read a Page of: TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, Harper Lee
Last Movie: started SHAOLIN IDIOT (19??, H.K., Stephen Chow)
Next Movie: YOUTH OF THE BEAST (1963, Japan, Seijun Suzuki)
