COPS: Live at Sycamore Springs

Feb 08, 2005 22:44

Monday night, little after 11 oclock, Saje, Kerri and I were in the living room watching Mystery Men when we heard this big crash outside. First I thought it was just the dump truck picking up the trash but then I remember the fuckers usually wait until I'm asleep and then get the trash at 4 fucking oclock in the god damn morning but thats neither here nor there at the moment. We got up to look at the comotion to find out that my downstairs neighbor decieded that he wanted park underneath the carport outside the apartment. Problem was that there was a van already parked there, but he was drunk and what little brain cells he did have were probably gone from being intoxicated. He didn't just want to park under there but he wanted to make it a drive thru, and double park along with it. Unfortunately for him, the laws of physics just doesn't bend because you are drunk, even though your eyes tell you otherwise. After hitting the van, he pulled out and parked right next to my car. Yea, he can't drive drunk but he can park like a motherfucker, I could have used a little extra repairs.

"Yes sir, he did hit my passenger side but that indirectly cause the thermostat to malfunction, hood cable snapped, trunk is warped, car got dirty somehow, and even though I wasn't actually in the car, but I think the force of the impact traveled all the way to me and hurt my back."

Anyways he ended up getting out of the car and stumble into his apartment leaving a little blood trail too. Well, Seymour's finest showed up about 20 minutes after the fact. And an FBI agent was on the scene with him.....yea an Agent was with him. They are in town still, investigating more into the little girl that was killed by a bunch of fucking meth heads. By the way, if you know a meth head, take the liberty to just blow their fucking head off. No court would convict you, just say that they were a meth head and they fine you for jay walking. So they come and knock downstairs for a good five minutes, very, very loudly. They ended up coming to our apartment to check to see if we were the ones. Since Saje's first name is Marcus and the nigger who caused the wreck is named rock, they had to double check the last names. Yeah, Saje has a lot in common with a 6 foot, 230lb nigger. Yes, Im calling this African American a Nigger, and you will find out why here within the next couple of paragraphs. If you don't like the word, Nigger. Then I take it you also don't like Spic, Kraut, Chink, Gook, Jew, Fag, Retard, and Mormon. If that bothers you, please go fuck yourself.

Long story short, after the white trash white wife came home and opened the door for officers who were now replaced by the Indiana State Police, it was Jerry Springer in the Rain. They threatened the bitch if she didn't shut her nigger dick sucking lips that she'll goto jail with him. Well, not in that colorful context, but you get the picture. So, the got him on DWI, Resisting Arrest, Leaving the scene of an accident with property damage. What clarifies him as a nigger is that the whole time he was being questioned and arrested, he started throwing that racist bull shit out saying that they shoot black people down here and he tried to get them to start beating them just by annoying them. Well, it didn't work that way, and he got carted off to jail. Now Niggers in my definition are black men or women who think that we white people owe them something just because of their ancestors being slaves. Now my family is from Ireland and Germany. We never owed a slave since we didn't show up after the civil war was finished and before the Nazi's took over Europe. So I don't owe anyone besides the electric company, gas company, cable, and a couple of collection agencies. If you want money, get a fucking job.

Well thats my story, and it may be true.
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