bad boys, bad boys
some major drug bust (or something) went down across the street from my apartment last night.
there were 7 cop cars all with their lights going crazy blocking off both roads (we live on a corner), and at least 10 officers.
there were people in a car with their hands up, cops pointing guns at the car and the house, people on their knees being handcuffed, and someone leaning out of the front door of the house wearing (perhaps only?) a bathrobe.
it was totally an episode of cops right out our kitchen window.
and what did we do? we proved our redneckishness by turning off the lights and opening the kitchen shade to get a better look. we talked crap about 'those people.' we seriously considered taking the dog out for a walk. and i called my brother.
2003
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we did that once in the first apartment i shared with peter. some guy was driving really fast through the complex, so these other guys asked him to slow down, and the guy stopped and like stabbed one of the guys or something. there was ambulances, fire trucks, police cars... it was crazy. we sat on our porch and watched.
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