Live from Death Row
i don't really know where to start, so much shit has gone down in the past two days. it's going to take a while, cause it's hard to type with a cast on my hand, but i'll try my best.
So
Thursday, July 14th, 2005
I've been wanting to play a good LAN game lately, and haven't really gotten into City of Heros. I remembered playing GTA a long time ago in a Deathmatch and loving it. So, i found out that Rockstar has released GTA I and II for free on their website (rockstargames.com/classics/). I download GTA II, and start playing it, when Wass steps into my room.
Wass needs an air conditioner. I'm always down for a trip to Sears, so i decided to come along. Remembering the fan i had stolen a year or so ago, i'm always wanting to go back for seconds. Maybe a PS2, maybe a PSP. Something nice.
Now, at Sears, you pay for the electronics upstairs, and the clothes and soap kits downstairs. The reason why this scheme works, in theory, is that if you purchase an item too large for a bag Upstairs, you carry it down and out the door. I'd seen someone a long time ago buy a grill and carry it out, without being asked a question. So i thought 'pretend you're paying for it downstairs, then pretend you paid for it upstairs.' Easy. Well, first time off it worked and i got out with a $70 fan.
Round Two. We find the air conditioner ($89.99), i pick it up and head downstairs. Coast is clear, no one's even watching. This is ideal, this is easy. Should've grabbed two.
"Excuse me."
"Yeah?"
"You need to pay for that."
"..."
They escort us through Sears' underbelly, down into the offices and interrogation(ish) rooms. We sit down and talk. Apparently, the air conditioner we took was $109.99 not $89.99, and, unfortunately, a felony charge starts at $100.
So the cops came, cuffed me, took my prints, got my mugs, and now i have a court date, August 25th.
Friday, July 15th, 2005
I wake up with a brutal hangover. Wass had taken me to Pearl Street on the way back from the station to get a bottle of scotch the night before. I go out to the cart at about 12, tell people my story, and have a good day out on Church Street.
I get home at around 6 or 7, there's a letter for me, addressed from back home. I open it up:
"Hi Craig -
New Tufts Card.
xoxo,
Bill"
Word, i put the new insurance card in my wallet, got some beer, and started making plans for the night.
Potter was coming out at midnight and Borders was having a party. Wass and Nicole wanted to go, and Wass was too drunk to drive. So me, Evan, and Ted (3/4 of our Ballistic Bike Gang, minus Will) escort Will, who's driving Wass and Nicole, by way of bike.
Leading the way down North Willard, Ballistic is a force to fear. We were shredding the road just past the Market, when i fell off my horse. Took a spill just off the handlebars, all of my force landing on my right arm (which i broke 5 or 6 years ago, still containing two metal plates and 12 screws).
The Gang stopped to make sure I was alright, and I could still use my arm, but my stomach was turning. All of the sudden i felt very, very sick. I lock up my bike with Ted's, and Will drives me back home. I put some ice on my arm and pass out.
Saturday, July 16th, 2005
6 am.
I wake up in pain, looking down at a broken arm lying on my chest. I couldn't move it in any direction, and if i tried it was brutal. Terrible, terrible pain. So, i can't move. I need to go to the hospital.
But it's 6. Everyone's out cold and probably got back about an hour or two ago, i didn't want to wake anyone up so early. So i stay put. As long as i don't move my arm, it's bearable. I was able to reach my remote control, but Guero was in the DVD player (i needed a movie), and a couple Three Stooges episodes i've seen a hundred times were in the VCR. So i watched them a couple more times. Finally it's around 7:30 and i just can't do it any more. I call Will. He comes down in a while and we get shit together, build an awesome sling, and borrow Bren's car to get to the hospital.
It was a fun time with Will at the hospital. We just joked the whole time and all in all it was a pretty fun experience, despite moments of intense physical pain.
Several hours later i find out i fractured my Radiohead, they cast my arm, i give them my shining new insurance card, they give me Vicadin, and i leave.
A crippled felon.
pwn3d.
So
Thursday, July 14th, 2005
I've been wanting to play a good LAN game lately, and haven't really gotten into City of Heros. I remembered playing GTA a long time ago in a Deathmatch and loving it. So, i found out that Rockstar has released GTA I and II for free on their website (rockstargames.com/classics/). I download GTA II, and start playing it, when Wass steps into my room.
Wass needs an air conditioner. I'm always down for a trip to Sears, so i decided to come along. Remembering the fan i had stolen a year or so ago, i'm always wanting to go back for seconds. Maybe a PS2, maybe a PSP. Something nice.
Now, at Sears, you pay for the electronics upstairs, and the clothes and soap kits downstairs. The reason why this scheme works, in theory, is that if you purchase an item too large for a bag Upstairs, you carry it down and out the door. I'd seen someone a long time ago buy a grill and carry it out, without being asked a question. So i thought 'pretend you're paying for it downstairs, then pretend you paid for it upstairs.' Easy. Well, first time off it worked and i got out with a $70 fan.
Round Two. We find the air conditioner ($89.99), i pick it up and head downstairs. Coast is clear, no one's even watching. This is ideal, this is easy. Should've grabbed two.
"Excuse me."
"Yeah?"
"You need to pay for that."
"..."
They escort us through Sears' underbelly, down into the offices and interrogation(ish) rooms. We sit down and talk. Apparently, the air conditioner we took was $109.99 not $89.99, and, unfortunately, a felony charge starts at $100.
So the cops came, cuffed me, took my prints, got my mugs, and now i have a court date, August 25th.
Friday, July 15th, 2005
I wake up with a brutal hangover. Wass had taken me to Pearl Street on the way back from the station to get a bottle of scotch the night before. I go out to the cart at about 12, tell people my story, and have a good day out on Church Street.
I get home at around 6 or 7, there's a letter for me, addressed from back home. I open it up:
"Hi Craig -
New Tufts Card.
xoxo,
Bill"
Word, i put the new insurance card in my wallet, got some beer, and started making plans for the night.
Potter was coming out at midnight and Borders was having a party. Wass and Nicole wanted to go, and Wass was too drunk to drive. So me, Evan, and Ted (3/4 of our Ballistic Bike Gang, minus Will) escort Will, who's driving Wass and Nicole, by way of bike.
Leading the way down North Willard, Ballistic is a force to fear. We were shredding the road just past the Market, when i fell off my horse. Took a spill just off the handlebars, all of my force landing on my right arm (which i broke 5 or 6 years ago, still containing two metal plates and 12 screws).
The Gang stopped to make sure I was alright, and I could still use my arm, but my stomach was turning. All of the sudden i felt very, very sick. I lock up my bike with Ted's, and Will drives me back home. I put some ice on my arm and pass out.
Saturday, July 16th, 2005
6 am.
I wake up in pain, looking down at a broken arm lying on my chest. I couldn't move it in any direction, and if i tried it was brutal. Terrible, terrible pain. So, i can't move. I need to go to the hospital.
But it's 6. Everyone's out cold and probably got back about an hour or two ago, i didn't want to wake anyone up so early. So i stay put. As long as i don't move my arm, it's bearable. I was able to reach my remote control, but Guero was in the DVD player (i needed a movie), and a couple Three Stooges episodes i've seen a hundred times were in the VCR. So i watched them a couple more times. Finally it's around 7:30 and i just can't do it any more. I call Will. He comes down in a while and we get shit together, build an awesome sling, and borrow Bren's car to get to the hospital.
It was a fun time with Will at the hospital. We just joked the whole time and all in all it was a pretty fun experience, despite moments of intense physical pain.
Several hours later i find out i fractured my Radiohead, they cast my arm, i give them my shining new insurance card, they give me Vicadin, and i leave.
A crippled felon.
pwn3d.