yesterday around midnight i get a phone call, "come downstairs! someone got stabbed and there are a ton of police cars in front of our building." vhaaat?!?! sure enough the neighbours had clustered on the street corner keeping a safe/polite distance from the cops, victims, suspects, and witnesses (hmm...who watches law & order?). apparently a fight started, and within a few minutes a battalion of po po's (that sounds so cute) appeared. some even ran on foot with flashlights in search of people to fill up the back seats. no idea what they expected, nor who had called them, but there were 7 cruisers when i got downstairs. a topless black man from down the street, who heard screams over his tv, told me there were originally 12 cruisers. there were rumours that the guy they nabbed also had a gun! egads! maybe i should try to find an article about this...
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a few months ago we were told balcony renovation would start...then we were told it wouldn't happen until the end of this year...now i'm awaken at 8am by the sounds of drills, hammers, and loud construction men. i went out for a smoke yesterday and had a chat with one of the guys about the lights we put up. today, i kept sneaking peeks at them from my room before work. a generic construction man found his way into my dreams, and even though it wasn't really sexual, i still felt embarrassed. i suppose that's why i kept hiding as i roamed the apt, especially in the kitchen. squatting behind an open fridge door to drink milk? loser. right now, there's no railing outside and a "CAUTION" banner is taped to the door. as if that's not enough incentive to keep us off the balcony, they've nailed it shut. my space is being invaded by dirty tattooed men with strong bodies...hehe, oh well. maybe if i offer them lemonade tomorrow morning, they'll be nice and put up a screen to keep those flying rats away for good. #@&! can't stand those buggers.
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