Post by BlueTiercel on Jan 20, 2005 16:56:25 GMT -5
Once when i was living in the mouth-breather town of Bridgton maine some old man called the cops on me as i sat in my truck talking on my cell phone in a parking lot... "those young punks are dealin drugs again or up to no good gosh dang it!" i can here it now..the cop pulled up and asked for my license and registration, asked what i was doing, i said, "parking my truck as i talk on the phone', and they explained the paranoid old man.. i thanked them and after they left walked across the street to give the nosey old coot a sound beating.
Last Edit: Jan 20, 2005 20:44:26 GMT -5 by BlueTiercel
"every dream you keep inside, another part of you has died"
Unfortunately in Washington DC it could be a bit more nerve wracking to have a discussion with the local authorities! Had a gun pulled on me once for Jay-walking! But then we have somewhere near 50 varieties of "cop" varying from Metro police to FBI and Military and untold numbers of "official authorities" depending on where you are. I figured, living 40 west would make it easier, but they all live out here! The good thing is that there are plenty of places to share the wildlife and not get into it with the local idiots...
Unfortunately in Washington DC it could be a bit more nerve wracking to have a discussion with the local authorities! Had a gun pulled on me once for Jay-walking!
A GUN?
I really hope he was having a bad day or something. Psycho.
Give a man a fire and he'll be warm for a day. Light a man on fire and he'll be warm for a lifetime.
Neither gun nor bomb, just broken down car in a bad part of town. In the cop's opinion, a white woman in that area had to be buying drugs or something.... Saad thing is they stole my tires before I could get back to the car.
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship. -Ralph Waldo Emerson