So I’m in bed. I like my eight hours, and five o’clock comes fairly early. I was nice and comfortable, and I’d just rolled over. In ten minutes or so I’d be asleep. Then there was a comotion outside.
I thought it was a neighbour abusing his wife. It doesn’t happen all the time, but I hear shouting occasionally. Then I heard a woman shouting loudly, “Get on the ground!” Well, that was unusual; hearing someone being ordered to the ground. My bedroom is over the carports, so I’m about ten feet or so above the alley. I looked out of the window to see a prone, spread-eagled figure of a woman wearing khaki trousers and a dark jacket. Off to the left was another woman – this one dressed in black and wearing a badge, with a nine-millimeter Beretta pointed at the woman on the ground.
The prone woman protested that she hadn’t done anything. The cop said she didn’t care. “Don’t move!” After seeing the situation I kinda lost interest and went back to bed. Another, male, cop came around and I could hear the cuffs going on. Hearing the helicopter fly over, I decided I probably wasn’t going to get to go to sleep any time soon. Might as well get up and post about it. I heard that the captured woman was accused of stealing a car. I think I heard the name of a bar that’s a few blocks away.
Well anyway, it was mildly interesting. The helicopter is gone, so it must be time to go back to bed.
Does the fact it takes Johnny ten minutes to fall asleep strike anyone else as a little odd? Or the fact that he’s a side sleeper? (Although you just said you “just rolled over” so maybe you sleep on your tummy. Or you could get into bed on your tummy then roll over onto your back. There’s just no telling.)
When you said “Police Action” I was hoping for something exciting like Korea or Viet Nam. There were helicopters anyway. Well, the one.
So? Did you sleep alright after your excitement?
-Rue.
The apartment across the alley seems to be rather “low-class”. The fact is that people who live there fight sometimes.
Eh, I saw what I needed to see. The person was in custody and nothing else was going to happen.
At least people aren’t shooting in the alley. It happened often enough several years ago (and I got up earlier then) that I decided the next time someone fired a gun back there I’d shout, “Do you mind? People are trying to sleep!” That was about the time the Crips and the Bloods called a truce, and I’ve only heard gunfire back there once since then – a couple-three years ago.
Not that this is a particularly bad neighbourhood. (The next street over isn’t so good.) But as Lure said, “Shit happens.”
Huh?
I was settling in and I could hear the low murmur of cops in the alley. Then one started shouting at someone. Turned out four guys who looked to be in their late teens were in the alley. Three were Black and dressed in gang-style attire, and the other appeared to be Asian and did not appear to be dressed gang-style. The cop was shouting at them, “You don’t walk up on a crime scene! You’re interfering with an investigation!” They had, I heard, come up before and were chased off. This time they were put up against a wall and cuffed and searched. They took it all very well, as if they’d been through it before; but I have no way of knowing. It was just the way they talked. If a cop had suddenly thrown me against a wall I’d wonder WTF was up, and I doubt I’d take it as calmly.
In any case, they decided the guys were just curious kids who were looking for some entertainment. The loud cop told them that if they came back again they’d be arrested.
I guess I went to sleep around 10:30. I slept soundly until five o’clock when my alarm went off. Now I’m struggling to type, before I’ve had coffee.