Murder
I am currently covering an alleged homocide up at Chadron State College. A guy apparently stabbed his roommate 50 times in the body, neck and head. From there he fled a block away trying to break into houses with 2 knives. One guy at house B was in the shitter, heard a commotion, saw this college kid with 2 knives, and locked himself in the bathroom as the dude stabbed the door, straight out of the 'Shining' (heeeere's Johnny!)
Cops go to the scene, find the guy with knives COVERED in blood, go back to his home, find the dead roommate.
He's looking at life to prison to the death penalty if convicted.
Thanksgiving was a few weeks ago.
I was taken in by my boss at the bar and his family. It was a great meal, very low key, and lots of football. Everyone goes for a nap, and the boss' son, "Phil" (see previous entry about Phils drunk dial) and I are in the living room watching football. I start to get into nap mode, and he says, "My daughter is coming shortly, so I'm not gonna nap. But you go ahead, I'll just watch you sleep."
WHAT THE FUCK
Obviously I did not nap, but I was fuckin tired.
The bar opens up at 6 on thanksgiving.
There's a revival of this ring-toss game. Theres coasters that are cut into ring shapes, and you pay $2 for 3 rings. If you can toss the ring over a bottle behind the bar, you win a shot of that drink. Not bad, right?
My first toss, I get Ciroc Vodka. I have him shake it over ice (I've learned never to take warm shots when possible). It is smooth and delicious.
I start drinking pitchers and having a good ol' time with all the other loners on thanksgiving.
I break the seal in the bathroom, and come across a Native American. On Thanksgiving. This is too good to be true.
"Happy Thanksgiving," he says
"Uh, yeah, sorry about all that," I reply.
"Well at least the government is finally giving us decent money for reparations now."
"Well don't blame me Tanto, my grandfather was born in Ireland, so my people weren't here when your land was raped from you."
The indian laughs.
"I like you, brother," He says, "What's your name"? He goes in to shake my hand.
"Ryan Murphy, You?"
"Tairubey Redhorse" (you can't make this shit up)
Mind you, he won't let go of my hand. We're in the mens room at a bar, and this guy is trying to squeeze my hand till a trail of tears comes out.
He then asks me to shoot pool with him and the Redhorse clan, and I pleasantly decline.
I was actually talking to one of the hottest girls I've seen since I've been in Nebraska. My bartender friend who works at Applebee's introduced me to her a week before, along with one of my co-workers "Scott". We spent the entire night playing drinking games, and both Scott and me were trying to get into this girls pants.
So I get back to this girl, "Alicia" and we keep on drinking, and she wants to do the ringtoss game again. Not a problem.
I take my three rings.
Miss.
Miss.
Bacardi.
Phil starts pouring a shot. I ask him to top it off with pineapple juice to bring the temp. down a bit.
Shot goes down, and an Atom Bomb goes off in my stomach. I'm talking about 3 pitchers of beers and then one fuckin' warm shot of rum.
I go to the bathroom and lock myself in the stall. And then comes the vomit.
Redhorse saw me walk in, and follows. He's talking to me as I vomit.
"You alright Chief?"
"BLAHHHH_---- REALLY.... CHEIF?---- BlAHHHH"
"You don't sound so good."
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
I regroup, order another beer, but fail to notice that spittles of vomit are all over my jeans. I failed to "kneel to the porcelain god", rather just hunched myself above the toilet.
Alicia is appalled. Point One, Scott.
And I came across a promotion for a holiday concert a few weeks ago. It really really REALLY got under my skin. Just read the names of these sisters and you'll realize.
"Eternity Focus will be in concert at The Rock on Sunday, December 7, at 6:00 p.m. at the church, 3515 5th Ave., Scottsbluff. The singing group is comprised of four sisters, Alika, Danika, Janika, and Lainika Seaman. The concert is free and open to the public"
Cops go to the scene, find the guy with knives COVERED in blood, go back to his home, find the dead roommate.
He's looking at life to prison to the death penalty if convicted.
Thanksgiving was a few weeks ago.
I was taken in by my boss at the bar and his family. It was a great meal, very low key, and lots of football. Everyone goes for a nap, and the boss' son, "Phil" (see previous entry about Phils drunk dial) and I are in the living room watching football. I start to get into nap mode, and he says, "My daughter is coming shortly, so I'm not gonna nap. But you go ahead, I'll just watch you sleep."
WHAT THE FUCK
Obviously I did not nap, but I was fuckin tired.
The bar opens up at 6 on thanksgiving.
There's a revival of this ring-toss game. Theres coasters that are cut into ring shapes, and you pay $2 for 3 rings. If you can toss the ring over a bottle behind the bar, you win a shot of that drink. Not bad, right?
My first toss, I get Ciroc Vodka. I have him shake it over ice (I've learned never to take warm shots when possible). It is smooth and delicious.
I start drinking pitchers and having a good ol' time with all the other loners on thanksgiving.
I break the seal in the bathroom, and come across a Native American. On Thanksgiving. This is too good to be true.
"Happy Thanksgiving," he says
"Uh, yeah, sorry about all that," I reply.
"Well at least the government is finally giving us decent money for reparations now."
"Well don't blame me Tanto, my grandfather was born in Ireland, so my people weren't here when your land was raped from you."
The indian laughs.
"I like you, brother," He says, "What's your name"? He goes in to shake my hand.
"Ryan Murphy, You?"
"Tairubey Redhorse" (you can't make this shit up)
Mind you, he won't let go of my hand. We're in the mens room at a bar, and this guy is trying to squeeze my hand till a trail of tears comes out.
He then asks me to shoot pool with him and the Redhorse clan, and I pleasantly decline.
I was actually talking to one of the hottest girls I've seen since I've been in Nebraska. My bartender friend who works at Applebee's introduced me to her a week before, along with one of my co-workers "Scott". We spent the entire night playing drinking games, and both Scott and me were trying to get into this girls pants.
So I get back to this girl, "Alicia" and we keep on drinking, and she wants to do the ringtoss game again. Not a problem.
I take my three rings.
Miss.
Miss.
Bacardi.
Phil starts pouring a shot. I ask him to top it off with pineapple juice to bring the temp. down a bit.
Shot goes down, and an Atom Bomb goes off in my stomach. I'm talking about 3 pitchers of beers and then one fuckin' warm shot of rum.
I go to the bathroom and lock myself in the stall. And then comes the vomit.
Redhorse saw me walk in, and follows. He's talking to me as I vomit.
"You alright Chief?"
"BLAHHHH_---- REALLY.... CHEIF?---- BlAHHHH"
"You don't sound so good."
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
I regroup, order another beer, but fail to notice that spittles of vomit are all over my jeans. I failed to "kneel to the porcelain god", rather just hunched myself above the toilet.
Alicia is appalled. Point One, Scott.
And I came across a promotion for a holiday concert a few weeks ago. It really really REALLY got under my skin. Just read the names of these sisters and you'll realize.
"Eternity Focus will be in concert at The Rock on Sunday, December 7, at 6:00 p.m. at the church, 3515 5th Ave., Scottsbluff. The singing group is comprised of four sisters, Alika, Danika, Janika, and Lainika Seaman. The concert is free and open to the public"