imajicat

so saturday night was interesting. i got woken up at about 3 am by the sounds of fighting or partying in the street in front of my house. i didn't think much of it at first because i live in the university area and there is always partying and fighting in the street on saturday night. i had to bring in my dog because she was raising holy hell on the front patio and i was afraid the neighbor would complain but when i opened my front door i was treated to the vision of some guy beating the shit out of some woman at the end of my driveway. she fell down and he started dragging her away by her head while someone else was screaming and someone was breaking glass somewhere. for about ten seconds i thought about running out there and then decided that the saner course of action was to just call 911, so i did.

the police cruise this neigborhood on weekends anyhow, i think they look for underage drinking at the house parties, so they arrived really quickly and people were running all around and still someone was screaming like she was auditioning for a horror movie or something. i was on the phone with the 911 operator and she's got me blinking my porch light so the police can see where the people are and all of a sudden some guy pops over my patio fence and lands in front of my door while i'm standing there on the phone looking out. i've never been so thankful for my iron security door as at that moment. the dude stands there for a second and then hops the fence on the other side and lands in the driveway of my neighbors house. i'm trying to tell all this to the lady on the 911 line and she's yelling at me. " lock yourself in your house ma'am.. lock your doors. lock your windows!!" and i'm thinking... yeah, lady, i'm so waaaay fucking ahead of you on that one. anyhow.. i assume they caught the marauder and took him away because the 911 chick took my phone number and told me they'd be in touch with me if they needed any information and all the cop lights and ambulance went away.

so i just lay in bed looking out the door till it was time to get up and go to work. i couldn't go to sleep because i had a mental vision of this scary insane guy coming back to kick my ass because i called the cops on him. how reatrded is that!
it was an insanely windy night saturday and that didn't help with my thoughts that my life is turning into some kind of bad movie or rerun of cops or something.

am i a complete weeniehead for not going out there to help that chick myself? i hope not.

so anyhow.. yeah, interesting night. i wish this fucking wind would quit now.