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oooooooooooh the drama! i got to call the POlice. there was some sort of teenybopper domestic disturbance goin' on by my car. i called the non emergency because they weren't going to kill each other, but there was definitely punching going on. this was the exchange:
me: (ring ring 90 billion fucking times)
dispatch: is this an emergency?
me: well, i didn't call 911 but they're starting to throw some serious punches, so maybe
d: is it or not. i'm busy. the 911 line is ringing.
me: well, i don't care if they kill each other but it very well could be.
d: (exasperated)fine. what's going on.
yeah. nice, hey? makes you REALLLLLLLLLLLY want to call and help a pal out. he's beating her up in the car, she's beating him up outside the car, i'm just trying to make sure no one damages my car. i mean, unless they're going to write the fucker off, i don't want any dings or scratches.
they're here now. she's crying. i hear her saying something about a guy in a black hoodie running away - there was no guy in a black hoodie, just her stupid ass boyfriend who went inside. gotta go see what's up from my spy perch on the balcony.
UPDATE: good times. both him and her charged with assault, both deny assaulting one another. i just had to give a statement, and *may* have to go to court.
i hate these little shits. i hate this whole first month of university, (as do the cops i was told) because they all come back pumped, getting all hammered up and doing stupid shit like keeping me up at 3am talking to the police. just fighting, i could ignore or yell at them to shut the fuck up. but when i see punches being thrown, i can't not call the cops. the joys of living in my neighborhood. but i like living near the university, because it's near my work and i can walk to work or walk downtown, and it's a $7 cab ride from any bar. let's just get rid of the students. or at least the retarded ones. yay!
oooooooh my cold and flu drugs are kicking in. time for more sleep.
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