People Suck
Ok, It is now three in the morning and I need to vent.
After spening a lovely evening at Kindra's BBQ we came home. Fairydarling went to bed and I stayed up to make business cards. It was then I noticed that it was almost two in the morning and I was still awake and energized. Why not do something? Why not go help set up Dark Farts at the Church? Why not indeed.
As I was walking out to my beloved vespa, I saw an altercation taking place between my neighbors and some folks. There was my neighbors, a man and wife(?) on the inside of thier fence and a group of people just on the other side. Everyone was yelling. I initially discounted this as most everyone in my neighborhood conducts all conversations at a volume I can only call yelling. Then one of the group hit my neighbor in the mouth twice and his wife/girlfriend started crying. (I soon learned my neighbor was named Andrew and will hence be referred to as such, since I never learned the girl's name, she will be known as the Girl) Andrew then yelled a lot and pulled out a phone and called 911. I decided to walk over and see if I could look menacing or anything else helpful. He's a neighbor, after all.(this was all happening about ten feet from where I was parked) So, the man who hit Andrew has run off, soon to be chased by Andrew. The rest of the group melted away as well and I asked the Girl if she would like me to stay with her until the police came or Andrew came back. Through her sobs, she asked that I stay. As I was 'staying' the original group, sans the pugulist, appeared and began to apalogize for the guy who hit Andrew, saying that they didn't know him, etc, etc. Andrew stormed back at that moment, still on the phone to 911 and started yelling at the Group. I noticed at this point that the Group was composed of young hispanic men and women, dressed normally if not a little scruffy. I say that only to identify that they were in no way dressed in 'gangbanger' fashions. Anyway, as Andrew continues yelling various things the Group starts to leave, heading for the other side of the street. Then Andrew yells: "You are ALL going to jail! Yeah YOU BITCH!" The young men in the group then explode, yelling various threats, things along the lines of 'you don't mess with somethingsomething' and 'I'll fuck you up!!!' All while being restrained by the girls in the group.
I was beginning to regret helping.
Then, as the girls are dragging away the pissed off boys, Andrew, whom I am starting to dislike, runs into the house and returns with a shotgun. Even had the little elastic shell holder on the sholder stock. The girls had now pulled the young men into the yard across the street. Oh crap. Some of them LIVE there. And I am now that guy on the moped who snitched.
Great.
Now I was REALLY regretting helping.
I spoke, finally, as he was racing to the fence, and said, "Please, do not take that weapon off of your property". I am assuming this was a higher power or the force or whatever that prompted me to say that. Oddly, Andrew then put down the gun and just yelled. As the Group was going into the house, Yup, they live there, SHIT, I was still being nice and hanging around Andrew's Girl and trying, miserably, to still look menacing. It was then that Andrew said, "Can you give my Lady and me a moment" and pointed to the street. As I type this, it realy does sound like a reasonable request. At the time, however, I was VERY insulted. 'Yes, how silly of me to stick around for the police when I could just leave' OR 'Your grattiude for me not just walking away in the beginning is blinding me.' It's possible that I was just a little nervous and bitchy at the thought of making permanent enemies of one neighbor for the benefit of another neighbor that could'nt seem to care less.
I had then decided that I didn't like Andrew and it was quite possible that he was asking for it when he was punched.
The police were now pulling up. One patrol car, then another, then a SUV, then another car. I had a feeling that I was going to be late helping with the Dark Farts set-up. Andrew, in what I thought was a huge leap of brain power for him, stashed the shotgun back in the house before the police made it out of thier cars. Soon Anrew was ranting about the black guy that punched him and who had hit the girl. (this was news to me, Andrew had kept asking the Girl if she was alright, now I know why) The police then noticed me and asked why I was there. Everything in me said to just mumble and get the fuck out of there. But, being the idiot that I am, I told the officer what I had seen and agreed to write a statement saying what had transpired, from my point of view.
I am now writing a statement in full view of the house the cops are now knocking on the doors of, filling out a statement. Oh yeah. I'm going to be a popular guy in the neighborhood, now.
After I finish writing my little essay on the police offical paper, the boy in blue told me that it didn't look like Andrew was going to press charges, so not to worry about the statement.
Now I hated Andrew.
But then, the Officer decided that it would be best to keep my statement, just in case. I don't know if he said that for my benefit or because Andrew was such a complete idiot.
So, I was too late to help with Dark Farts set up, I even went down there and checked and was told I was too late and a 'slacker'. I am now, I am sure, on someone in my hood's hit list, or at least thier Slash-Tires List. All of this for a neighbor that I'm pretty sure is just another Fix'N'Flipper with all the cosmic worth of a Vienna Sausage.
Now it's four in the morning.
After spening a lovely evening at Kindra's BBQ we came home. Fairydarling went to bed and I stayed up to make business cards. It was then I noticed that it was almost two in the morning and I was still awake and energized. Why not do something? Why not go help set up Dark Farts at the Church? Why not indeed.
As I was walking out to my beloved vespa, I saw an altercation taking place between my neighbors and some folks. There was my neighbors, a man and wife(?) on the inside of thier fence and a group of people just on the other side. Everyone was yelling. I initially discounted this as most everyone in my neighborhood conducts all conversations at a volume I can only call yelling. Then one of the group hit my neighbor in the mouth twice and his wife/girlfriend started crying. (I soon learned my neighbor was named Andrew and will hence be referred to as such, since I never learned the girl's name, she will be known as the Girl) Andrew then yelled a lot and pulled out a phone and called 911. I decided to walk over and see if I could look menacing or anything else helpful. He's a neighbor, after all.(this was all happening about ten feet from where I was parked) So, the man who hit Andrew has run off, soon to be chased by Andrew. The rest of the group melted away as well and I asked the Girl if she would like me to stay with her until the police came or Andrew came back. Through her sobs, she asked that I stay. As I was 'staying' the original group, sans the pugulist, appeared and began to apalogize for the guy who hit Andrew, saying that they didn't know him, etc, etc. Andrew stormed back at that moment, still on the phone to 911 and started yelling at the Group. I noticed at this point that the Group was composed of young hispanic men and women, dressed normally if not a little scruffy. I say that only to identify that they were in no way dressed in 'gangbanger' fashions. Anyway, as Andrew continues yelling various things the Group starts to leave, heading for the other side of the street. Then Andrew yells: "You are ALL going to jail! Yeah YOU BITCH!" The young men in the group then explode, yelling various threats, things along the lines of 'you don't mess with somethingsomething' and 'I'll fuck you up!!!' All while being restrained by the girls in the group.
I was beginning to regret helping.
Then, as the girls are dragging away the pissed off boys, Andrew, whom I am starting to dislike, runs into the house and returns with a shotgun. Even had the little elastic shell holder on the sholder stock. The girls had now pulled the young men into the yard across the street. Oh crap. Some of them LIVE there. And I am now that guy on the moped who snitched.
Great.
Now I was REALLY regretting helping.
I spoke, finally, as he was racing to the fence, and said, "Please, do not take that weapon off of your property". I am assuming this was a higher power or the force or whatever that prompted me to say that. Oddly, Andrew then put down the gun and just yelled. As the Group was going into the house, Yup, they live there, SHIT, I was still being nice and hanging around Andrew's Girl and trying, miserably, to still look menacing. It was then that Andrew said, "Can you give my Lady and me a moment" and pointed to the street. As I type this, it realy does sound like a reasonable request. At the time, however, I was VERY insulted. 'Yes, how silly of me to stick around for the police when I could just leave' OR 'Your grattiude for me not just walking away in the beginning is blinding me.' It's possible that I was just a little nervous and bitchy at the thought of making permanent enemies of one neighbor for the benefit of another neighbor that could'nt seem to care less.
I had then decided that I didn't like Andrew and it was quite possible that he was asking for it when he was punched.
The police were now pulling up. One patrol car, then another, then a SUV, then another car. I had a feeling that I was going to be late helping with the Dark Farts set-up. Andrew, in what I thought was a huge leap of brain power for him, stashed the shotgun back in the house before the police made it out of thier cars. Soon Anrew was ranting about the black guy that punched him and who had hit the girl. (this was news to me, Andrew had kept asking the Girl if she was alright, now I know why) The police then noticed me and asked why I was there. Everything in me said to just mumble and get the fuck out of there. But, being the idiot that I am, I told the officer what I had seen and agreed to write a statement saying what had transpired, from my point of view.
I am now writing a statement in full view of the house the cops are now knocking on the doors of, filling out a statement. Oh yeah. I'm going to be a popular guy in the neighborhood, now.
After I finish writing my little essay on the police offical paper, the boy in blue told me that it didn't look like Andrew was going to press charges, so not to worry about the statement.
Now I hated Andrew.
But then, the Officer decided that it would be best to keep my statement, just in case. I don't know if he said that for my benefit or because Andrew was such a complete idiot.
So, I was too late to help with Dark Farts set up, I even went down there and checked and was told I was too late and a 'slacker'. I am now, I am sure, on someone in my hood's hit list, or at least thier Slash-Tires List. All of this for a neighbor that I'm pretty sure is just another Fix'N'Flipper with all the cosmic worth of a Vienna Sausage.
Now it's four in the morning.