gonads and strife
tonight i decided i needed 15 minutes of zen. i have alot to think about. alot of things that have been bothering me. so i go to the beach and close my eyes for 15 minutes and breathe in the air. it was wonderful. i decided that i wanted to have a beer so i go to respectable st cafe. the usual parking spot was taken so i went and went to my old school parking spot. as i go there i am greeted by some friends and that's always nice. my friend james who was the door man, says hey are you going to jello biafra on tuesday, and i say of course. so i go and hang out and talk to my friend john. we bs and talk about the red headed girl who is wearing leather pants and has her thong pulled up to her armpits. we name her next. so i go do whatever say hello to some friends, leave, and start walking toward my car. as i am walking down the road, 4 males in a misubishi eclipse pull up on the other side and say, hey you punk rock faggot. I kindly oblige them with the finger and a nice hearty fuck you. so i keep walking and i see that the 4 youths have turned around. so as i'm walking the one guy in the passenger side says, hey do you want to fight faggot. i am thinking at this point that i should be running toward the club i go to. i know that there are some hardcore friends that would help me out if i need it. now they are parked in the middle of the street. the guy who wants to fight opens up the car door, and starts walking toward me. the cop, who was right behind the mitsubishi mirage, flashes his cop signal, and the guy looks at the cops like a deer caught in headlights. i stay right where i'm at and so does my friend and the car. there was 2 cops and they both get out. one pulls me to the side, and the other pulls that guy and tells the 3 other guys to get out of the car. the cop asks me what happened and i told him. the other cop starts talking to the other guys and asks what happened. my cop says stay here. he walks over to the other cop, and there heads nod. both cops then go to the car, and pull out some 32oz's. there was 3 of them. opened. in bags. my cop comes back up to me and says, "do you want to press charges?" i say no i think they are in enough trouble tonight. the cop smirks and takes my address and says i can go. i walk toward my car and take a deep breathe and try to asess the situation. then i pull out, and drive home. what a night.
evil eric
(killen chix since 76)