Thursday, August 6, 2009
Also
Everytime i click to see "next blog" it is always either not in English or made by some computer hacker sharing his "secrets." odd.
Whoopsi Daisies
Aw Daisies, or rather Daisy, the new album by Brand New. i simply cannot wait for it to be released. the single is coming out this coming monday, but that is far too long to wait. it's driving me fucking mad! just thought i'd share that. after my last post i think a shorter one is in order.
Aslo i have been watching Quadrophenia. great movie. awwwww the mods. if only there were more of you. anyway, TA!
Currently Listening to: Sandinista! by The Clash (cuz it's a one more time in the ghetto!)
Aslo i have been watching Quadrophenia. great movie. awwwww the mods. if only there were more of you. anyway, TA!
Currently Listening to: Sandinista! by The Clash (cuz it's a one more time in the ghetto!)
Monday, August 3, 2009
It's been a while, but this will hopefully make up for it. i title it "Don't Stop Believing."
yes it has. the first and last time i posted something here was september. about a year ago. wow...i suck as maintaining this thing. there have been things that want to put down, but i had frankly forgotten about this website until last night when i was thinking, "FUCK! i need some place to put down my thoughts and not that stupid myspace blog cuz fuck that!" So my solution was this handy little site that i had originally made an account on to look at Lostprophets blog posts. But now i feel that it has grown into something much more...well for me at any rate. i don't really expect anyone to read this (though i have had 21 views thus far for only one pathetic post. woo hoo!).
(I'm using initials as names because i don't want to incriminate anyone more than they already have been)
Anyway the reason i remembered this little site was last night were i had gone to poker night at SB's house. that in itself is not worthy of a blog post. no! what is is (bad grammar) the fact that i had a little run in with the cops late last night. yep. not very fun a'tall. that has not happened since end of junior year when i was lucky enough to get an M.I.P. (and that year had been going so well. oh well). Anyway, last night at poker night i had been having a splendid time but when the party was winding down i wanted to go home, but TM (who had gotten a ride with me) insisted we stay. i obliged and was growing rather bored when the group decided that we should watch Finding Nemo, except for SB and K who were going to go spray paint some stop signs with the words "Don't" and "Believing." Get it. "Don't stop believing". i found it quite humorous and since my only options were watching Finding Nemo or going with them, i went with them. Now don't get me wrong, i have no desire to spray paint anything because i don't really see the point to it. i just wanted to go for a walk. we made our way down to a small park not far from the house and they started to go to work on a sign and then another. then they disappeared off into a side street. now, i was the only sober one there and was growing rather paranoid because we were staying too long in one spot after spray painting so i wondered over into a portion of the park that had a little play area with TM where we reminisced about childhood, trying to distance myself from them. finally i say them come back onto the main road and T and i made our way back towards them, but before we could get there K had run off into another portion of the park to do something. i asked SB were K and him had gone and he said that K had ripped up the top of a mailbox and had thrown it into the street, but i knew there was nothing i could do about it now, so we waited...and waited, all the while me telling SB and TM that we should be getting the hell out of there now that the "deed was done." they told me to calm down and not to be so paranoid. i felt like reminding them that i had not been drinking, but figured it wouldn't have done any good. so we waited, with every time a car passed TM saying in a mocking manner, "it's the cops! oh no!".
Then, after much waiting, we decided to leave K and head back. we made it up to the top of the corner an intersection and noticed K making his way up through some bushes in the park. now that everyone was together again, i crossed the street and put myself at the head of the group and noticed another car coming down the road. i knew before any of them by the headlights that it was indeed a cop car. TM once again piped up with, "it's the cops, it's the cops! oh no Marty! we're fuck-" He was cut off by the cop car's beam shinning on our faces. in a matter of seconds the driver had jumped out of the car with his hand on his holster and demanded we sit against the fence behind us. TM and i were in shock that this actually was a cop, so we stood there like idiots until he shouted once again for us to sit down. we did and SB and K followed suit. instantly i felt my stomach bottom out as all the horrible things i could get busted for rushed through my head. my heart started beating a mile a minute and i felt anger surge through my veins. if was going to get busted for crimes i did not commit i was going to kill K and SB. but then hope sparked inside me. i figured that SB had ditched the stencils we had used for the spray painting and that we would get off do to lack of evidence (oh how wrong i was).
Once the four of us were seated the cop who had been driving asked us (or rather interrogated) if we had been destroying mailboxes. we all said no and that we had just been going for a walk. he then told us that a witness has seen four males around the mailbox. we all kept saying that we had just been walking and that this was just a case of mistaken identity. obviously they didn't buy it (would you?). i realized at this point that the cops did not know about the spray painting and since i figured SB had ditched his stencils we would be fine. how could they prove it was us who destroyed the mailbox without someone I.D.ing us? well something i forgot to mention was that K was covered in permanent marker and i mean covered, he had "hell yes" written on his face and other words on his arms and a drawing of a skull on his chest. for obvious reasons they called him over first and frisked him.
That's when they found his weed pipe.
My heart sank. up until this point i figured we'd be fine. the other cop had done a pretty good job at calming us all down (now i realize that was the "good cop, bad cop" routine). but after they found the pipe they handcuffed K and sat him on the curb. then the cop called SB over and frisked him.
That's when he found the stencils.
At this point i was ready to scream, "you fucking idiot! Why would you NOT ditch those!" I felt doomed. how in the hell was i going to get out of this? they asked SB if he had been spray painting stop signs and he said yes. they sat him back down next to TM and i (at this point SB turned to me and said, Well Marty you were 300 Percent right) and called TM over. they did the same routine and looked at his hands. finding nothing, they sent him back and i was next. i went up there and they asked me to empty my pockets. i showed them my phone, sunglasses, wallet, keys, and camera (all the while, me shaking). the cop wanted to see my photos. panic instantly erupted inside me. thank god i did not take any pictures of the vandalism but i had of the party and i did not want to incriminate anyone. several of the pictures showed people drinking). i turned on my camera and started to scroll through the pictures. i count myself lucky that the last few pictures were all taken after the drinking had ended. i stopped right before a picture i knew had illegal activities in it and made it seem like that was the last photo. he seemed satisfied. he then asked to see my hands to see if i had been spray painting. i showed him that they were clear and he sent me back to sit by TM. and so we sat there. i was sure that we would get guilty by association or something. a drug offence! a federal offence! and a criminal mischief offence! the other cop came over to TM, SB and I and started to ask what we had really been doing. SB again confessed to the spray painting (i mean what could he do, he had the paint on his hands!) and T confessed to the same and the mailbox. the cop turned his attention to me and TM and said that he was sick of being lied to. TM and I stood our ground and said that we were going for a walk with SB and T, but that we were not doing anything illegal and did not smoke pot. i couldn't tell if the cop believed us, but he simply walked back over to his partner and they got back into the police car.
After waiting for what seemed ages they got out and called TM and i over and got our information then handed our I.D.'s back and said that we could go and that our friends would be along shortly. not quite believing my ears i started to go and as soon as we were a good distance away TM gave me a hug and said i was right. it was strange, but i was just thankful that i was out of there. TM speculated that they did not want to do the paperwork on us and that there was no evidence that we had been doing anything illegal, which was true. we walked back to the party and told everyone what had happened (though they didn't quite believe us at first). and so, yet again, we waited. i was sure that K was going to jail and that SB would have a nasty fine on his hands. finally both SB and K showed up and told us that K had a three charges against him and SB had the spray paint charge against him. it was surreal to say the least.
I know this story is not that extraordinary, but the fear that hits you once that light shines on you and you just know you're fucked is horrific. there is no were to run. i still find it odd that the cops did not bust TM and i. they had all the reasons to do so, but in the end we go lucky. i have only had two encounters with cops like that and the first time i did not get so lucky. i know this recounting of last night's events was rather long, but it was something i just had to get off my chest. also, as frightening as occurrence was, i want to remember it. hopefully this blog will help fill that role for future events (though i hope they are much happier) and be a sort of time capsule that i can look in on. the odd part about all of this was the fact that the cop had found the "Don't Stop Believing" sign to be rather funny and said that he liked Journey.
(I'm using initials as names because i don't want to incriminate anyone more than they already have been)
Anyway the reason i remembered this little site was last night were i had gone to poker night at SB's house. that in itself is not worthy of a blog post. no! what is is (bad grammar) the fact that i had a little run in with the cops late last night. yep. not very fun a'tall. that has not happened since end of junior year when i was lucky enough to get an M.I.P. (and that year had been going so well. oh well). Anyway, last night at poker night i had been having a splendid time but when the party was winding down i wanted to go home, but TM (who had gotten a ride with me) insisted we stay. i obliged and was growing rather bored when the group decided that we should watch Finding Nemo, except for SB and K who were going to go spray paint some stop signs with the words "Don't" and "Believing." Get it. "Don't stop believing". i found it quite humorous and since my only options were watching Finding Nemo or going with them, i went with them. Now don't get me wrong, i have no desire to spray paint anything because i don't really see the point to it. i just wanted to go for a walk. we made our way down to a small park not far from the house and they started to go to work on a sign and then another. then they disappeared off into a side street. now, i was the only sober one there and was growing rather paranoid because we were staying too long in one spot after spray painting so i wondered over into a portion of the park that had a little play area with TM where we reminisced about childhood, trying to distance myself from them. finally i say them come back onto the main road and T and i made our way back towards them, but before we could get there K had run off into another portion of the park to do something. i asked SB were K and him had gone and he said that K had ripped up the top of a mailbox and had thrown it into the street, but i knew there was nothing i could do about it now, so we waited...and waited, all the while me telling SB and TM that we should be getting the hell out of there now that the "deed was done." they told me to calm down and not to be so paranoid. i felt like reminding them that i had not been drinking, but figured it wouldn't have done any good. so we waited, with every time a car passed TM saying in a mocking manner, "it's the cops! oh no!".
Then, after much waiting, we decided to leave K and head back. we made it up to the top of the corner an intersection and noticed K making his way up through some bushes in the park. now that everyone was together again, i crossed the street and put myself at the head of the group and noticed another car coming down the road. i knew before any of them by the headlights that it was indeed a cop car. TM once again piped up with, "it's the cops, it's the cops! oh no Marty! we're fuck-" He was cut off by the cop car's beam shinning on our faces. in a matter of seconds the driver had jumped out of the car with his hand on his holster and demanded we sit against the fence behind us. TM and i were in shock that this actually was a cop, so we stood there like idiots until he shouted once again for us to sit down. we did and SB and K followed suit. instantly i felt my stomach bottom out as all the horrible things i could get busted for rushed through my head. my heart started beating a mile a minute and i felt anger surge through my veins. if was going to get busted for crimes i did not commit i was going to kill K and SB. but then hope sparked inside me. i figured that SB had ditched the stencils we had used for the spray painting and that we would get off do to lack of evidence (oh how wrong i was).
Once the four of us were seated the cop who had been driving asked us (or rather interrogated) if we had been destroying mailboxes. we all said no and that we had just been going for a walk. he then told us that a witness has seen four males around the mailbox. we all kept saying that we had just been walking and that this was just a case of mistaken identity. obviously they didn't buy it (would you?). i realized at this point that the cops did not know about the spray painting and since i figured SB had ditched his stencils we would be fine. how could they prove it was us who destroyed the mailbox without someone I.D.ing us? well something i forgot to mention was that K was covered in permanent marker and i mean covered, he had "hell yes" written on his face and other words on his arms and a drawing of a skull on his chest. for obvious reasons they called him over first and frisked him.
That's when they found his weed pipe.
My heart sank. up until this point i figured we'd be fine. the other cop had done a pretty good job at calming us all down (now i realize that was the "good cop, bad cop" routine). but after they found the pipe they handcuffed K and sat him on the curb. then the cop called SB over and frisked him.
That's when he found the stencils.
At this point i was ready to scream, "you fucking idiot! Why would you NOT ditch those!" I felt doomed. how in the hell was i going to get out of this? they asked SB if he had been spray painting stop signs and he said yes. they sat him back down next to TM and i (at this point SB turned to me and said, Well Marty you were 300 Percent right) and called TM over. they did the same routine and looked at his hands. finding nothing, they sent him back and i was next. i went up there and they asked me to empty my pockets. i showed them my phone, sunglasses, wallet, keys, and camera (all the while, me shaking). the cop wanted to see my photos. panic instantly erupted inside me. thank god i did not take any pictures of the vandalism but i had of the party and i did not want to incriminate anyone. several of the pictures showed people drinking). i turned on my camera and started to scroll through the pictures. i count myself lucky that the last few pictures were all taken after the drinking had ended. i stopped right before a picture i knew had illegal activities in it and made it seem like that was the last photo. he seemed satisfied. he then asked to see my hands to see if i had been spray painting. i showed him that they were clear and he sent me back to sit by TM. and so we sat there. i was sure that we would get guilty by association or something. a drug offence! a federal offence! and a criminal mischief offence! the other cop came over to TM, SB and I and started to ask what we had really been doing. SB again confessed to the spray painting (i mean what could he do, he had the paint on his hands!) and T confessed to the same and the mailbox. the cop turned his attention to me and TM and said that he was sick of being lied to. TM and I stood our ground and said that we were going for a walk with SB and T, but that we were not doing anything illegal and did not smoke pot. i couldn't tell if the cop believed us, but he simply walked back over to his partner and they got back into the police car.
After waiting for what seemed ages they got out and called TM and i over and got our information then handed our I.D.'s back and said that we could go and that our friends would be along shortly. not quite believing my ears i started to go and as soon as we were a good distance away TM gave me a hug and said i was right. it was strange, but i was just thankful that i was out of there. TM speculated that they did not want to do the paperwork on us and that there was no evidence that we had been doing anything illegal, which was true. we walked back to the party and told everyone what had happened (though they didn't quite believe us at first). and so, yet again, we waited. i was sure that K was going to jail and that SB would have a nasty fine on his hands. finally both SB and K showed up and told us that K had a three charges against him and SB had the spray paint charge against him. it was surreal to say the least.
I know this story is not that extraordinary, but the fear that hits you once that light shines on you and you just know you're fucked is horrific. there is no were to run. i still find it odd that the cops did not bust TM and i. they had all the reasons to do so, but in the end we go lucky. i have only had two encounters with cops like that and the first time i did not get so lucky. i know this recounting of last night's events was rather long, but it was something i just had to get off my chest. also, as frightening as occurrence was, i want to remember it. hopefully this blog will help fill that role for future events (though i hope they are much happier) and be a sort of time capsule that i can look in on. the odd part about all of this was the fact that the cop had found the "Don't Stop Believing" sign to be rather funny and said that he liked Journey.
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