Jul 27, 2005 16:26
My friend Peter lives in the ghetto...
the ghetto of the pointe of oak creek estates. seriously, there is a noticable difference between the neighborhood known as the pointe of oak creek to the neighborhood known as Harold Dean (st. dr. ave. cant remember). You see as soon as your pass the brick walls on each side of the road forming a sort of gateway to the ghetto.
I tell you this because Miles Davis the unfamous and I pulled up to Peter's house at the same time a police officer pulled up to his next door neihgbors. Then, a moment later, another police officer and a fire truck arrive. We watch as he gets out and walks over to Peter's neighbor's house, then quickly jogs back to his car and takes out an orange shot gun from the trunk. (WOAH NOW!) We pick up Peter's brother and leave but then go back to Peter's house because we were intrigued by the shot guns.
When we pull up the next time their was at least 3 other cop cars and an ambulance added to the street of Harold Dean. hmmm, interesting.
We just stood out in the driveway and saw why the ambulance was there. The paramedics escorted some cracked out lookin lady with a limp into the back of the ambulance while the a brigade of cops with shot guns trotted over to the house across the street from peters.
We knew this guy, Peter has known him since he was little, and we knew that this guy liked to mess around with some hard drugs. Turns out, the lady was a prostitute and the guy beat her up and held a gun to her head. I think it had to do with drugs, but i probably wont ever know for sure. We watched as the cops put the guy in the back of the cop car from peter's bedroom window. We were playing "Fuck the Police." Boomin it loud too. i thought it was funny.
Thats why my friend Peter lives in the ghetto... oh yeah! those cops looked familiar. i think they were the same ones going after stephen nicholson. Im suprised they didnt ask us if WE had pulled the gun.