family matters

let's be honest, there's nothing better than a little 3am domestic disturbance. i got to witness one last night from my bedroom window, and though it could have been a lot better, it had its moments. it started a little after i went to bed, when i heard this pounding on a door. i live on the 2nd floor of my building, and it sounded as though someone were banging on the front door downstairs. i let it go for a while, cuz i was real comfortable, but it didnt stop. so i got up. not that i was going to actually leave my apartment to let anyone in (with the one exception being if it was the person who lives downstairs--if it was any of her friends, then i dont really care). but i just wanted to see what was going on.

so i looked out the window and saw two people, but they weren't at my front door, they were down the other end of the block and across the street. i could hear muffled screaming, so to unmuffle it, i opened the window. i'm pretty sure the lady (or extremely girly man with high pitched voice) was slurring their speech, cuz i still couldnt understand all of it. the basic gist is that she was locked out of the place she was trying to get into, but i think she was locked out intentionally. and based on her flipping out, i dont blame whoever didnt want to see her. she kept screaming and pounding on the door and kicking it, getting a running start. the attempts were feeble. finally, she starts banging on the window too. then she decides it would be a good idea to break the window. glass shatters, now this is getting good. other neighbors from across the street are turning their lights on and looking out their doors and windows.

as soon as she breaks the window, i see flashing lights and the cops arrive. bad timing lady. in all, no fewer than five cop cars rolled in. it seemed unnecessary, but we are in bumfuck and i'm pretty sure the lady was a minority, so they probably all wanted to respond to the call. not that i'm making value judgments about the cops around here or anything...or am i. from there it was pretty anticlimactic. no flailing or kicking or anything of that sort. just a little screaming, and the cops screaming to shutup, which for the most part worked. so all in all i wasted like 15-20 minutes of solid sack time, and i didnt even get to see the drunk bitch slammed up against a cruiser. worthless.

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on a completely unrelated note, i had a dream last night where the head baseball coach of the undergraduate school to which my law school belongs came to my house and told me he wanted me to play, and start, since i have 3 years of ncaa eligibility left. i remember there was to be extensive travelling involved, but i loved it and was going to do it anyway. but then i woke up to reality. what a pisser.