JamesWilson
06-02-2007, 09:31 PM
So I'm right in the middle of a nice inappropriate dream, when all of a sudden at about 7am this morning I hear--
"POLICE!! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!!" all COPS style. I jump out of bed, hands in the air.
"Police Department! Hands where I can see them!".
I grab for the fan blades on my ceiling.
I can't see a damn thing, drapery is closed.
Shouting and rustling.
My fog clears, and I hear it's coming from outside my open window, not 3 feet away. Six of San Diego's finest are wrestling a guy to the ground. In my backyard. My locked, gated backyard.
Curlers and nightgown flapping, I run outside to see what the HECK is going on.
Turns out, the guy who USED TO LIVE HERE, a respected teacher, nice guy, was at a party last night and left very early this morning. Stumbled back to his house. His old house. My house. And when he couldn't get in, jumped the fence and slept it off. In my backyard. Neighbors saw this, and called the cops.
They were super-cool with him, gave him about 40 minutes for a friend or someone else to pick him up, but he kept arguing with them (still drunk as a skunk, but very nicely dressed---collared shirt, nice sweater, pants, shiny shoes....and a lot of grass and dirt from my backyard), they finally just took him downtown to the tank.
Sleepy Allied Gardens, right next door to a middle school.
Fun, huh? :D
"POLICE!! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!!" all COPS style. I jump out of bed, hands in the air.
"Police Department! Hands where I can see them!".
I grab for the fan blades on my ceiling.
I can't see a damn thing, drapery is closed.
Shouting and rustling.
My fog clears, and I hear it's coming from outside my open window, not 3 feet away. Six of San Diego's finest are wrestling a guy to the ground. In my backyard. My locked, gated backyard.
Curlers and nightgown flapping, I run outside to see what the HECK is going on.
Turns out, the guy who USED TO LIVE HERE, a respected teacher, nice guy, was at a party last night and left very early this morning. Stumbled back to his house. His old house. My house. And when he couldn't get in, jumped the fence and slept it off. In my backyard. Neighbors saw this, and called the cops.
They were super-cool with him, gave him about 40 minutes for a friend or someone else to pick him up, but he kept arguing with them (still drunk as a skunk, but very nicely dressed---collared shirt, nice sweater, pants, shiny shoes....and a lot of grass and dirt from my backyard), they finally just took him downtown to the tank.
Sleepy Allied Gardens, right next door to a middle school.
Fun, huh? :D