it's been another weird night... go figure, but one without alcohol none the less.
this one will read like a Bruce Willis movie, but unfortunately, it's all true...
some shithead was rattling my roommates door at around 11pm (my roommate, Donovan, has a door to our backyard in his room). he alerted me to this by shouting "GET YOUR GUN!" down the hallway to where I was in the living room.
This is music to my ears so I leap over the couch and charge into my room. my Glock 21 is kept near my bed, its got an M-6 tactical flashlight, laser sight underneath it (Ill post pics if you dont believe me).
Meanwhile Donovan is in the hallway pointing his Glock into his room... So I ask him "what the fuck is going on?"..."somebody was trying to open my door"... so I throw him my phone to call the fuzz while I go out back and check the yard, Dutch comes with me. we find nothing.
I wish I could blame it on a jumpy roommate, but Donovan is the most mellow guy I know, and atop of the other weird shit that goes on in our neighborhood, this doesn't surprise me at all.
a cop finally shows and we get the usual "oh I had no idea that this kind of thing was happening around here" story. I list off the several other instances where we've alerted the PD to crap like this in the 'hood and we're pretty fucking sick of it. He said that he'll start parking on our corner to do his paperwork since it's his beat. who knows, maybe he will.
now I'm wired and can't study... I have a test tomorrow. how perfect is this? "sorry I bombed your test today, Dr Graham, but I came dangerously close to engaging in a hate-fueled shoot out with a trespasser last night."
Feyd, it's a bitch that you can't move in here, we need a squad car on the corner like you wouldn't believe.
*sigh* I decided to update my 'myspace' page since I couldnt sleep... added a few new pics on here as well.
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=850727&Mytoken=20050412005424
this one will read like a Bruce Willis movie, but unfortunately, it's all true...
some shithead was rattling my roommates door at around 11pm (my roommate, Donovan, has a door to our backyard in his room). he alerted me to this by shouting "GET YOUR GUN!" down the hallway to where I was in the living room.
This is music to my ears so I leap over the couch and charge into my room. my Glock 21 is kept near my bed, its got an M-6 tactical flashlight, laser sight underneath it (Ill post pics if you dont believe me).
Meanwhile Donovan is in the hallway pointing his Glock into his room... So I ask him "what the fuck is going on?"..."somebody was trying to open my door"... so I throw him my phone to call the fuzz while I go out back and check the yard, Dutch comes with me. we find nothing.
I wish I could blame it on a jumpy roommate, but Donovan is the most mellow guy I know, and atop of the other weird shit that goes on in our neighborhood, this doesn't surprise me at all.
a cop finally shows and we get the usual "oh I had no idea that this kind of thing was happening around here" story. I list off the several other instances where we've alerted the PD to crap like this in the 'hood and we're pretty fucking sick of it. He said that he'll start parking on our corner to do his paperwork since it's his beat. who knows, maybe he will.
now I'm wired and can't study... I have a test tomorrow. how perfect is this? "sorry I bombed your test today, Dr Graham, but I came dangerously close to engaging in a hate-fueled shoot out with a trespasser last night."
Feyd, it's a bitch that you can't move in here, we need a squad car on the corner like you wouldn't believe.
*sigh* I decided to update my 'myspace' page since I couldnt sleep... added a few new pics on here as well.
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=850727&Mytoken=20050412005424
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I want my gun. It's so on my birthday list. Romak III. Damn that thing is sexy.