second, some friends and i almost got arrested yesterday. well technically early this morning. in short, we drove south to see someone about something and got pulled over just as we were leaving. fucking cops made us sit there on the side of the road, in the cold, for 20 min. while they went on about
"this is a dangerous neighborhood, what are kids like you doing around here... were you buying narcotics... if you have drugs on you, you should hand them over... you wont get into any trouble if you give us the narcotics, but if we catch you hiding drugs we will arrest you..."
yeah, sure. they obviously had nothing on us, just a bunch of kids in a beat-up old volvo driving around south chicago. they had to let us go eventually. good thing we didn't finish the beer we'd been drinking before we left.
damn, those are some crazy ice sickles.
there's something about cracked plaster that i like.
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