Today is the beginning of my 4th week of unemployment and I've officially hit the boredom wall. Still, I haven't had this luxury in a helluva long time so I'll enjoy it while it lasts. I also sent in my unemployment paperwork so hopefully some money will start rolling in soon.
Last Friday, I knowingly stopped a robbery while visiting a friend for lunch. I pulled into a parking lot in Hollywood, in a fairly high traffic area, when a very nervous attendant stammed to me, "Please call the police.. that man just pulled a gun on me."
My first thought was "Is this guy kidding?", which was quickly replaced by "Who the fuck cares." So I quickly drove to the other side of the lot and called 911. I don't know how long it actually took the police to arrive, but they still hadn't shown up by the time I met my friend, rounded up a couple more people, and walked off to lunch.
I must be getting very cynical because, at least once it was over, the event didn't really faze me. About 3 years ago, my girlfriend was carjacked at gunpoint, at lunch, just a block away from Sony.
Fortunately the car was recovered just a couple days later, although that's when the surreal part of the story comes into play. Erin (my girlfriend) paid a couple hundred dollars to get her own stolen car out of impound, the interior of which was completely covered in silver fingerprinting dust. When she returned to work, she realized there was a large leather jacket in the back seat, which she was happy to take for her troubles.
Well lo and behold, the jacket contained such useful items as contact information on where to get drugs, or hookers, or (of all things) stolen cars. Digging a little further into the jacket, she also discovered what was estimated to be about $10,000 in crack cocaine. The detectives had absolutely no explanation for that one.
I love Los Angeles and consider myself a bleeding heart liberal but sometimes I wish somebody would go Guiliani on the city and really start cracking down on crime. When push comes to shove, I guess I don't care so much about civil liberties when there's shit like this happening.
Last Friday, I knowingly stopped a robbery while visiting a friend for lunch. I pulled into a parking lot in Hollywood, in a fairly high traffic area, when a very nervous attendant stammed to me, "Please call the police.. that man just pulled a gun on me."
My first thought was "Is this guy kidding?", which was quickly replaced by "Who the fuck cares." So I quickly drove to the other side of the lot and called 911. I don't know how long it actually took the police to arrive, but they still hadn't shown up by the time I met my friend, rounded up a couple more people, and walked off to lunch.
I must be getting very cynical because, at least once it was over, the event didn't really faze me. About 3 years ago, my girlfriend was carjacked at gunpoint, at lunch, just a block away from Sony.
Fortunately the car was recovered just a couple days later, although that's when the surreal part of the story comes into play. Erin (my girlfriend) paid a couple hundred dollars to get her own stolen car out of impound, the interior of which was completely covered in silver fingerprinting dust. When she returned to work, she realized there was a large leather jacket in the back seat, which she was happy to take for her troubles.
Well lo and behold, the jacket contained such useful items as contact information on where to get drugs, or hookers, or (of all things) stolen cars. Digging a little further into the jacket, she also discovered what was estimated to be about $10,000 in crack cocaine. The detectives had absolutely no explanation for that one.
I love Los Angeles and consider myself a bleeding heart liberal but sometimes I wish somebody would go Guiliani on the city and really start cracking down on crime. When push comes to shove, I guess I don't care so much about civil liberties when there's shit like this happening.
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bob_dobalina:
70 ft monsters
bob_dobalina:
i think i want to take friday off