Friday, March 11, 2011

Cont.

As I rolled the the second tire away from the blazer, I noticed a dog trotting towards me. This happened less than five seconds before I noticed the dog's owner doing much the same thing. Attempting to be inconspicuous, I dropped the tire and turned onto the street. "Hey, come here," the man was saying to me. Blue was gone. Vanished. Not being as stupid as he probably hoped I was, I replied with, "I don't got nothing to say to you, man." "Yeah, I saw you trying to steal those tires.. Why don't you come talk to me?" "I don't know what you're talking about, man. I'm just going home." "No, where you're going is jail. Are you stupid? Do you know who you're fuckin' with? Come here, man. Tupac's voice rose in my head, "I'd rather die before they capture me." I wasn't waiting around to see what this guy wanted to talk to me about. So, I continued walking away from him and he continued walking following. I realized that yeah, I did know who I was fuckin' with. This is a small town and I'd had interactions with this man before. Never under circumstances anything like this, but, that was probably for the better. I knew that he didn't recognize me.
"You don't wanna get involved, danny," I tried to convince him. This shook his conviction. I could see it in his eyes. "How do you know my name?""Oh, I know a lot more than that. Why don't you just go home?" "No, you need to come over here and talk to me. You know you're going to jail, right?" I decided that despite his drunken stupor, he had thought to call the cops before apprehending me. "Look, man" I warned, "You come much closer to me, you and I are going to have some real problems.. And, if I go to jail tonight, you're family is going to have problems." "What do you know about my family?""More than you want me to, dude. I know who you are. I know where you live, your dog's name, where you work, and where your little nieces live. Just go the fuck home and there won't be any problems." Danny had decided to take me a little more seriously. As if I'd physically lashed out at him, he staggered back a few steps. I raised the distance between us. He decided he should get back to flag down the police when they arrived and whistled for the dog he had been telling to watch me. With an air of indifference, I reached down and ruffled the dog's fur as he passed.
I had to find Blue. But, not before changing my appearance. At home, I switched the light blue jeans for a pair of black ones and the dark gray hooded sweatshirt for a faded green army jacket before jumping onto a bicycle and heading out the gate. Looking first south and then, north I saw two cops. One was the tactical unit's SUV, about to turn onto my street. The other was a typical squad a few blocks away on the main road. Doubts about who they were looking for never rose in my mind. Right as I started to pedal down my road, Blue came jogging out from between two houses. "Where the fuck were you?!" Obviously, I was a little concerned. I felt as if he'd let me get caught. He wasn't watching? Did he even stick around long enough to see if I was captured?
Ever tenacious, he began to ask me how we were going to get paid tonight without the jack. I was dumbfounded. I just wanted to go lay in bed and drink beer, feigning that I was not sick for the poison. After a heated debate about what we should be doing, I convinced him to call it a night. For two weeks afterward, twice as many as usual cops were patrolling the area on the midnight shift. Looks like we'd fucked up this time.

This is just one night of my life. Dozens more to come. Stick around. You may learn something or you may just grow to despise me. I wouldn't blame you...

15 comments:

  1. how did it disappear?? thats so weird hehe :)

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  2. that sucks but still makes for a cool story dude.

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  3. Did they open the door, possibly making you hit the floor, and consequently walking the dinosaur?

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  4. I'm looking forward to reading more.

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  5. looking forward to more! following ;)

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  6. haha, fucked up a bit, but whatever, it's like you said. More nights to come :)
    following and supporting for sure!!

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