“So, if you get mugged or anything on the way home, give me a call.” – John

So it’s 2:30 in the morning, and I’m wandering home, and as I’m approaching
the corner of Booth and Somerset I can hear this banging noise. Someone’s
banging and kicking and prying at a drugstore door with a peice of metal.
Now, far be it for me to say, but it seems like a pretty easy task to me to
pop a door with a pry-bar, but he was prolly having troubles with it thanks
to the fact that he was heavily inebriated. (Or, giving that he was breaking
into a drugstore, drugged)

So I walk up a block, and call up the cops, and give a description of the
events. So they come screaming on down, and of course he’s gone and they
can’t find him, so they ask me a bunch of questions.

Interesting note: It’s very very difficult to recall useful details about a
person, particularly so if you’re trying very hard to pass by unnoticed.

So I told them he was yay tall, and was wearing this and that, that he was
staggering around, and went thataway, and they took my name and date of birth
(???) and were on their way to their next stop, a diner downtown (the Elgin
street diner) where someone was causing a disturbance.

I’m walking up the rest of the way and pass a bunch of guys who decide to
start playfighting. Took me a couple of seconds to figure out that the dude
smashing his buddy’s head into a streetpole was kicking it to make the gong
noise… my heart jumped into my mouth and I got my trigger finger ready on
speed-dial, and then they hugged and kept on thier way. Who the heck
pantomimes smashing someone’s head in at 2:45 at night? Jumping jillikers.
When I got to Bank street about 20 minutes later, no less than 5 police cars
come screaming through the intersection with thier lights flashing. I wonder
what was going on, and where.

Tonight I feel very aware of street crime.