Earthbound concerns of an ascendant adult

Crazy Connie Strikes Again

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[Crazy Connie: Strikes 1 and 2]

I decided to go biking around midnight—admittedly, not the best idea ever. As I walked out to my garage I noticed three cop cars parked around my driveway. So, uh, what do you think in response to that? I stood there, obviously checking them out, and then walked into my garage, got my bike and rolled it out. As soon as I walked out they had their lights on me.

I put my hand up to block the light and four cops walked toward me. “Do you live in this building?” said the lead cop. “Yeah,” I said, “apartment #1. Is everything all right?” Someone next door had called in a noise disturbance, he explained. “Did you hear anything?” “No.” “Neither did we. You understand that we saw a dark figure, taking a bike out of garage around midnight. It made us suspicious.” “Yeah,” I said, “I understand.” “Okay,” they said, “Thanks,” and walked back down the driveway.

I went back inside and talked to O. from apartment 2. Apparently they have noise complaints called on them all the time, by some woman from the building next door. “I think I know which woman,” I said. “The cops have been here so many times they sometimes apologize to us when they get here,” said O. Does this qualify as harassment yet? Some weirdo crying wolf doesn’t make our neighborhood more safe. Oh, by the way, when I knocked on #2’s door I heard nothing from inside except two people—O. and his girlfriend—talking. No music, nothing.

Afterward, I went biking for maybe 20 minutes, and when I got back I rode right down into a pothole and crumpled to the ground. I have a big gash on my leg.

That’s Connie’s fault, too.

Written by patiomensch

May 21, 2007 at 11:47 pm

Posted in Crazy Connie, Personal

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  1. Someone asked me recently via email if I had died too. Ku kuu. Glad to see that you are still among the living. ^_~*


    May 22, 2007 at 4:08 am

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