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| Thu April 24th, 2008 at 11:23 AM PDT |
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Had an interesting day Tuesday, and now I've got sore legs, a broken car, and a court date. I was in Lincoln Park with my buddies John and Dan for some good arab food, and as we walked back to my 1986 Chevy Caprice, parked on Stockton Drive in the park across from Diversey Harbor, we watched a guy pick up a brick and smash the front passenger-side window of my car. So I yelled across the park, "HEY THAT'S MY CAR," and walked up to the guy, who just stood there and tried apologizing. He gave me a fake name and phone number, and as we began calling the cops, the guy took off running. Dan and I took off after him, as John stayed with the car on the phone with the police dispatcher. We chased him through the streets. At one point, I caught up with him and shoulder-slammed him into a parked car to try and stop him, but he just rolled away and kept running, throwing trash cans into the street to block my way, which I jumped over. Dan and I just kept chasing him through the streets, shouting at him stuff like, "where you think you're going? Can't run forever! We're going to catch you! Stop that guy, he smashed my car window!" Now I'm wearing sandals, and my stomach is full of delicious felafel, so I'm running out of steam. But Dan, who didn't have any food, is still running strong, but still, at one point he got ahead of us and we lost him. Luckily right then we found a pair of cops in their car, so we hollered at them for help. They pulled out and followed us as we rand down the street and asked bystanders "hey, did you see that guy in the beige hoodie?" "Yeah, he went that way!" Soon, the bystanders hadn't seen him, and as I looked around, I saw a guy wearing about the right clothes standing a block away from me, and I pointed at him and shouted to the cops, "THERE'S THE GUY!" The cop car sped down the street, and the guy ran, but as I turned the corner, I saw him stretched out on the hood of the cop car, handcuffed, and Dan and I sighed with relief, "yeah, that's the guy. That's the fucker." A ton of cops pulled up and we told our story. They asked us where my car was - it was about 8 blocks away at this point - and two of the cops gave Dan and I a ride back in the cop car. We got back there, and John was waiting with a mounted police officer, and they looked at the car and asked us to follow them to the nearest police station for our statements. We followed the cops to the Cabrini Green police station, car full of glass shards, and parked there. The cops wrote down all our information and gave us a court date where we can testify against the guy and I can maybe get some money for my damages. Then all that was left to do was drop Dan and John off at school, and I had to drive home - no safety in parking a car with a broken window on the street; my stereo would be gone in minutes. The car's sitting at my parents' house now, bandaged up in garbage bags to keep out the elements. I don't have the money to fix the window, so for now my car's out of commission. What I want to know is, why did he smash the window of my car? It was parked on a street full of much nicer cars... And though I park my car on the street at school or in Pilsen every day, nothing like this has ever happened. I take it to a supposedly "good" neighborhood once, and this happens. What? |
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| Fishing |
| Mon April 21st, 2008 at 11:47 PM PDT |
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I've been fishing for a new ladyfriend for the past three months, and I haven't really come up with much. Annoyingly, the few good finds have been girls already in relationships, and my decency precludes me from those (dang decency always gets in the way...). But I may be on to someone now... still too early to tell. I've never been good at making up my mind at times like this, and it sucks. Not helping is the fact that after being screwed over too many times, I'm looking for someone a bit different than before, and I'm not totally sure what to do. I'm tired of being jacked around and toyed with by women, and I'm looking for someone with a minimal amount of BS (if such a woman exists... sometimes I doubt it). No more head games. No more lies. No more infidelity and disrespect. Just love. Why's that so hard to find? _WRF |
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| Skin |
| Mon April 7th, 2008 at 3:54 PM PDT |
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Partly as a good example of CWB's versatility, and partly because I like its simplicity, I'm using this new skin. Compare to the old skin. If you don't like green, go away. _WRF |
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