May 26, 2002 - Sunday | 8:19 PM, CST
Friday night was a quest for William. Jason and I had planned on meeting up after we got off of work (me at 11 PM and Jason at midnight) and hanging out with William until the wee hours of morning. When 12:30 rolled around and William was nowhere to be found, we went out in search of him. A little after one thirty, with no success, we stopped by Suzanne's house to get her to come with us.
We pulled up to the house and opened up her bedroom window. We could see her sleeping peacefully on the bed with the television still playing. Jason tossed a stuffed animal onto her sleeping form to wake her, but she didn't seem to have been affected. As I was gathering up a handful of rocks, she stirred and looked out the dark window to see two unfamiliar faces staring back at her. "FUCK!" she said, then calmed down as the two of us began laughing hysterically. We made her get dressed and come out to the car.
We resumed our search and looked high and low for William, but to no avail. We ended up on Memory Lane with some homemade accelerant and a book of matches. We unsuccessfully tried to make a flaming smiley face in the road, then went to Kentland to the Shell station for some midnight snacks. We sat in my car for a good half hour eating before we drove back to Sheldon and our waiting beds. I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning.
I had requested Saturday off to attend the graduation ceremonies, which started at two in the afternoon. Then next thing I heard after nodding off to sleep was Melinda's voice downstairs say "C'mon guys, graduation starts in five minutes!" followed by the front door slamming and four or five cars speeding off. I nearly shit myself as I jumped out of bed, dressed in the nicest clothes I could find laying around, and hustled my pale honkey ass to the school. I made it there by 2:06. Not bad, not bad at all!
After graduation, I went to Matt and Adam's graduation party. I had my breakfast there, which consisted of a sandwhich, potato salad, and three pieces of cake.
Matthew likes cake.
It was there that Abby alerted me to a top secret problem, which I took care of immediately. Since my top secret problem brought me by Keller Dong, with Nathan in tow, we stopped by Melanie's party where an excited-looking Suzanne ran out into the road and jumped into my arms. She was looking very smurfy. Her hair was dyed blue at the tips, and with her bright blue shirt and blue jeans, she looked like a walking advertisement for my favorite color. Very cute. I had more cake at Melanie's, despite my insistence that I was full, and went back to the community center when I had finished so I could get my car.
Nathan and I then went to Rose's house, but only stayed three minutes because I desperately needed a potty break.
When I was done with my potty, I was left with no Nathan, no plans, and no gasoline in my car. The computer read two gallons, and fifty-eight miles left to the tank. Since Matthew had zilcho dinero in his wallet, he decided his only course of action would be a trip to the Amoco station in Watseka where he could use his gas credit card to fill his tank with the precious dinosaur semen.
I hunted around for a few minutes trying to find someone to go with me, and eventually ran across Suzanne. After filling the car up, we traveled South to Alfonzo's Grave to try to determine in the daytime which grave it was that actually glowed in the dark. We're fairly certain that we have eliminated the possible choices down to two tombstones, so basically it boils down to marking the graves, and going back at night with the car headlights on and someone running into the cemetery to take a close up peek at whatever appears to be glowing. While in the cemetery, Suzanne was possessed by a demon spirit, and if you happened to check out the updated Suzanne page, you'd see what I mean.
This afternoon after work, almost everyone was in the front yard watching as William and Jason helped Bryan install his newly bought cd player into his truck. Josh was in the backyard shooting Jason's bb gun at the burning barrel. Suddenly, the cop pulled up to the back yard, and walked up to Bloomer. What proceeded was bacially a stupid downturn into uncivilized animalistic behavior.
Of course, Bryan had to greet the cop with a chorus of swear words, about how unfair the whole situation was, etc. etc. This antagonized the cop, who threated to confiscate the gun, but only gave a coy smile when asked on what grounds. For you city folk reading this, firearms cannot be shot within city limits, but air rifles (bb and pellet guns) are perfectly legal. Josh was shooting at our burning barrel in the back yard, which is bordered by a farmer's field and in no danger of striking any houses.
Bryan's cursing brought encouragement from the rest of the group that had gathered there, which produced more coy threats from the cop. Then Mom joined the fray and made everything worse. She had to add her screeches to the din, which produced a louder chorus of "fucks" from Bryan, which brought more coy threats from the pig.
I began getting tired of it, and sought to end the matter peacefully and quickly. I began, "Look, I see why you thought it might be a gun..." to which the cop interrupted me with "You're damn right, it looks like an assault rifle!"
I began again, "Uhhhhh assault rifle? I'll give it to ya that it looks like a .22, but anyways... You've seen that it isn't a real gun, and no harm is being done, so why don't we quit the egging on from this side *I pointed at Bryan and Mom*, and from this side *I point to the cop* and lets just end it all now."
The latter part of my sentence didn't get out, however, because Mom interrupted me with another bout of her screeching this time making sure to rise above my voice. This antagonized Bryan into another round of swears, which antagonized the cop into more of his shitty coyness.
You can see that we're going in circles here.
Eventually the cop got tired of the fighting, and realized there was no legal way he could confiscate the gun. He gave it back, and parted with threats of arrest should any windows get shot out around town.
The cop did have probable cause to be inspecting the gun, but he was extending it too much in the beginning with his harassing attitude and threats of confiscation. It could have all been avoided had Bryan not approached the cop with the "fuck you and die" attitude, and would have been ended three minutes sooner had Mom not kept interrupting me with her screaching woman-chatter. That isn't to negate the fact that the power greedy cops in this town love fucking with anyone they think they can bully around without fear of reprisal.