Part # of # of current Weekend......
Vacation and me have not connected so far; about a week and a half have passed and I still don’t feel like I’ve vanished from the mental state that requires such a steady demand. But the demand doesn’t seem that high I suppose(just feels like it when I'm drivng back and forth from o-city everyday); it’s just getting all the paper work filled out correctly for my new living arrangements that I have in o-city. I will be living in a four bedroom four bathroom apartment, with the guy from the leasing office no less, which looks to be like the next adventure to confront. I think I’ve come to the realization, as of today, that I enjoy endings but hate new beginnings. It might not make sense because that would cancel the predictable theories of likening either beginnings versus endings, leaving me in this isolated in-between that I could go into length about, but I think I understand it and better left unexplained. For any future readings of this post will leave me in a world of perplexity if I tried to.
Nat got into town last night and we had quite a beginning to our routine catch up. I was on the way to Mr. D****’s crib, when I realize I should call and make sure the kid is awake before making the boundless trip to the other side of TPA. So, the kid’s out cold and the delight of his answering machine triggers plan B. Nat and I decide a midnight snack is in demand. We hit the Bell like the monster villains (keep reading) we are and look to find a place to consume the fruits of superb processed Mexican imitation (Nat suggested the steak gordita, I’d never had it, so I hit it and it was brilliance!) We park on the new paved cement of the new publix parking lot being built near my house; we decide to catch up on the simple things and consume the goodies; after about an hour of talk a cop car roams by and sees us parked on construction site property. So they pull up behind the car and shine the overly florescent lights into the car; I nervously place the foot on the break when I hear the officer scream: “TURN OFF THE CAR!” Nat and I both say it’s off and a female cops pulls up on Nat’s side and male on my side. They begin by asking the usual, why are you parked here? We tell them we didn’t want to drive and eat so we had decided to stop. They give us mystified expressions and proceed to ask about registration and ID”S (are we married? …NO, COUSINS!….mystified look again). Nat and I hand over the ID’s and we go back to our conversation as though the cops were never there. Nat tells me about Reno 911 and I tell her about Stella and David Waine. Then we start poking fun at the fact if we were to seriously get arrested. After what seemed eternal, they come back with their “effective” survey thing they do on everyone they stop. They ask if we are right or left handed, if we go by any nicknames, where we go to school, and the lady asked nat if she was in a gang! Hahaha! Stupid mandatory procedures they have to ensue on the people they stop. The male officer was off; he dropped my license and confused my weight. Even had the nerve to say that I had looked like I had gained weight since my license picture and that it didn’t look like me! Pssh..I had to pull out the UCF ID and show him the side that makes the ladies fall to their knees. Hell, he almost did, I could see his knees beginning to buckle.
So they let us off with a cheese warning, but not before warning us they saw no "malice" ensuing so they were letting us go and that being on a construction site is a first degree felony. Oh boy, you kids get out of those construction sites because you’ll end up in the big house. Can you imagine the stories you would have: “Yeah man, I was doing some crazy shit out there, rummaging through all kinds of construction sites. I’m wanted as far up as Maine and as far down as Florida. I’m no one to be fucked with!”
Anyhow, there is more to come as the weekend progresses. So much has happened to the sis as well; her first fender bender in her new car…not her fault…as her friend kaTY (or as the officer said…Katherine?) put it…..”IF THE LIGHTS ARE FLASHIN…THE CAR”S ARE CRASHIN!” The sis has had some problems of her own this week…much more on that later….that’s a world I must get into because I could ramble about it for weeks. However, I think this time she’s strong enough to fix it on her own. The people or person she is dealing with is weak at mind and I hope she gets through to them on the realist of levels. Well , fist’s high...sleep calls at 5:16am
Nat got into town last night and we had quite a beginning to our routine catch up. I was on the way to Mr. D****’s crib, when I realize I should call and make sure the kid is awake before making the boundless trip to the other side of TPA. So, the kid’s out cold and the delight of his answering machine triggers plan B. Nat and I decide a midnight snack is in demand. We hit the Bell like the monster villains (keep reading) we are and look to find a place to consume the fruits of superb processed Mexican imitation (Nat suggested the steak gordita, I’d never had it, so I hit it and it was brilliance!) We park on the new paved cement of the new publix parking lot being built near my house; we decide to catch up on the simple things and consume the goodies; after about an hour of talk a cop car roams by and sees us parked on construction site property. So they pull up behind the car and shine the overly florescent lights into the car; I nervously place the foot on the break when I hear the officer scream: “TURN OFF THE CAR!” Nat and I both say it’s off and a female cops pulls up on Nat’s side and male on my side. They begin by asking the usual, why are you parked here? We tell them we didn’t want to drive and eat so we had decided to stop. They give us mystified expressions and proceed to ask about registration and ID”S (are we married? …NO, COUSINS!….mystified look again). Nat and I hand over the ID’s and we go back to our conversation as though the cops were never there. Nat tells me about Reno 911 and I tell her about Stella and David Waine. Then we start poking fun at the fact if we were to seriously get arrested. After what seemed eternal, they come back with their “effective” survey thing they do on everyone they stop. They ask if we are right or left handed, if we go by any nicknames, where we go to school, and the lady asked nat if she was in a gang! Hahaha! Stupid mandatory procedures they have to ensue on the people they stop. The male officer was off; he dropped my license and confused my weight. Even had the nerve to say that I had looked like I had gained weight since my license picture and that it didn’t look like me! Pssh..I had to pull out the UCF ID and show him the side that makes the ladies fall to their knees. Hell, he almost did, I could see his knees beginning to buckle.
So they let us off with a cheese warning, but not before warning us they saw no "malice" ensuing so they were letting us go and that being on a construction site is a first degree felony. Oh boy, you kids get out of those construction sites because you’ll end up in the big house. Can you imagine the stories you would have: “Yeah man, I was doing some crazy shit out there, rummaging through all kinds of construction sites. I’m wanted as far up as Maine and as far down as Florida. I’m no one to be fucked with!”
Anyhow, there is more to come as the weekend progresses. So much has happened to the sis as well; her first fender bender in her new car…not her fault…as her friend kaTY (or as the officer said…Katherine?) put it…..”IF THE LIGHTS ARE FLASHIN…THE CAR”S ARE CRASHIN!” The sis has had some problems of her own this week…much more on that later….that’s a world I must get into because I could ramble about it for weeks. However, I think this time she’s strong enough to fix it on her own. The people or person she is dealing with is weak at mind and I hope she gets through to them on the realist of levels. Well , fist’s high...sleep calls at 5:16am