fuck the po-lice.
so, on Friday night, Dave Shields, Mikey, Sal, Pete, Tomasura and I went to Sproul Lanes. As tradition would have it, we got some "sweet tatts" or fake tattoos. As tradition would also have it, we donned them in the girl's bathroom. Don't ask. Usually this is fine, but this time it was not the case. As we were finishing, this mousy lady kept opening the door and staring at us. We didn't think anything of it and started to bowl. Then 3 girls from our school come up and tell us that they just heard some lady calling the police and saying that 2 guys and a girl in purple pants were shooting up heroine in the girls bathroom. Next thing we know, John Q. Law walks through the door. They come over, point at Sal, and go, "Who are you?!" because apparently he looks like our dealer. Anyway, after getting searched and questioned and taking our information, they left us alone. It was hilarious.