Case Report #209
Welcome again to the Wilshire PD website. If you couldnt tell by my first post, this website will keep you up to date on local dangers in the town, keep you updated on whats goin on with me, and hopefully make your day a little safer.
My goal to clean up this somewhat dump of a town took a small step today when I was able to apprehend some yahoo selling lemonade on the corner next to the road by the theatre. I apologize for my lack of knowledge of these roads, I swear every time i walk into work in the morning chief tells me about a new road thats popped up. So, back to mr. lemonade. I would suggest that when walking on foot around the Southeast side of town, to avoid buying anything from any street vendors due to the fact that after running some extensive chemical tests on the lemonade found that it had a minor hint of arsenic. So, if you havnt picked up on it yet, don't trust street lemonade anywhere in this town.
So what have we learned today?
* Dont trust lemonade
* Do not buy from street vendors
* You have the best Lieutenant in the city...
* Just kidding
have a safe day guys.
Lt. Rocco Statone
"To Protect and Serve"
281-330-8004
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*Yawn* Well that was a good night's sleep. There was a bit of ruckus going on outside though, like they were constructing something behind some building-like structure. Gave me the worst headache, that it did. Hmm curious, my Red Crested Bat potion bottle is empty...wonder what happened to it. Come to think of it, I don't remember anything after walking in from the rain.. ahh well, I'll investigate that later.
ReplyDeleteI still need to find a job though, so I'll head out as soon as I check Lt. Statone's updates on what to avoid. His posts have been so helpful. One of his previous, and perhaps most helpful posts was "Don't eat the chicken." I did just that and nothing happened! I feel bad for those blokes who ate the chicken though. They have no idea what that could do to them...not even I know actually, but who am I to question such authority? He is a lieutenant after all. Anyway, Lt. Statone is pretty much the epitome of safety precautions. Once you read about what's safe and not safe, it'll blow your mind! He's like an effing mind grenade!!! Awesomeness aside I have to check his website every day. And believe me if you think that's extreme or obsessive, it isn't.
I have a friend named Neb Theblam, completely obsessed with Macs and various other Apple products. We went to high school together and he would always have his computer out. This led to the belief that he was a studious person, always taking notes. He wasn't. Every chance he got, he was on MacRumors.com. But I digress, he's not important. He doesn't even have a blog character.
I began my quest though, deciding at the last minute to focus on losing weight rather than getting a job. Taking a jog on streets with popular food places seemed like a good idea. Along my jog, I noticed two people eating lunch while having a conversation. Although from my point of view the conversation seemed one-sided. One was blathering away while the other was eating up a storm. An odd bunch indeed. My next stop led me to the famous Jorri Rae's. I noticed a girl eating a waffle. I took a closer look...and determined she was eating a freshly baked waffle. Well, time to move on!
Ah I just realized the large structure protruding from behind a large building. It looks like a carnival, but nothing is lit or running. Guess it's a night carnival.
The two of them crossed Katz avenue, when they reached the other side, Jed spotted a man standing next to the entrance of the antique store. "Hey there big boy," he said to the man, "How ya doin' today?" The man provided no answer, but as Jed walked away from him, he shot a little wink his way.
ReplyDelete"Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended." Gertrude said.
ReplyDeleteThe Police man!What was his name? Rocco Statone! That was it! The actor playing Hamlet looks just like the police man I saw earlier. He had harassed me about something earlier the other day at some festival, its all very vague to me now. I think he said I was drunk in public. Maybe? I don't think I was drunk, all I remember is something about Falstaff...
http://geoffreymarlowe.blogspot.com/
I saw somebody get arrested this afternoon. I don't really know what was up, but it was almost pathetic. The kid didn't seem dangerous at all. He just seemed confused. If I were getting arrested, I'd be fucking pissed. Your name goes in the records, and so you're pretty much fucked because people know where you are. Like that damn carnival. There was this fortune teller who kept staring at me like she knew who I was or something. I don't believe in that stuff, but I swear, she knew something. That's some scary shit.
ReplyDeleteMurray began to feel worried; he didn't want to go too far from his apartment or run into the girl, so he decided to cut through an alley. As the last glimpses of sunlight fell onto the city, Murray picked up a rock and tossed it from one hand to the other.
ReplyDeleteHe spun around and threw the stone across the road at a rotting building.
He felt better.
Murray picked up another rock, larger than the first, and threw it as hard as he could. It smashed through a window in the empty building and Murray laughed. He wondered what his laugh sounded like; probably thick and slurred.
Murray suddenly saw movement to his right. He turned to see a slightly overweight policeman running towards him. The policeman was red in the face, and Murray noticed that the man's left shoelace was untied.
Murray turned and sprinted down the alley. His surroundings blurred. His chest felt heavy; his feet were light. He saw the lights of the circus. They grew stronger with each step. He cut behind D&D and continued to run in the darkness.
Back in his small apartment, Murray rewarded himself with a cigarette.
“Whoever takes partners with God has gone astray into far error.” [Qur'an 4:116]
ReplyDeleteI went up too far today. I was nervous about going that high. It’s not that I’m afraid of falling. I’m more scared of what’s up there, above everyone’s heads. They say it’s enlightening to elevate oneself. To almost touch the clouds. To almost touch what’s above the clouds. Tempting, but I know better. I know those things should not be touched. The dirt under humanity’s fingernails has no place scratching at the Lord’s doors. We were put here on the ground for a reason.
But still, I ascended.
At that altitude the irrelevant fabrications of man shrink away, leaving only the imposing divinity of the Tower superior to me in position. Every incident of hurt and suffering diffuses through it into the sturdy foundation. That lightning rod of this miserable district, absorbing every celestial misfortune towards itself until the ground around it burns without bearing a hint smoke.
It’s a flash point.
An edifice like that is built to handle nature’s bombardments. But only this one, filled with violators, liars, and butchers, has been reinforced by something greater than the carnal steel of this world. Wilshire Tower has been blessed. It’s the only explanation that justifies it standing through its wicked history. Nothing inferior should endanger itself by approaching that height.
This Ferris Wheel comes close.
My seat climbed higher and higher. The air was colder up here. Cold and inhuman. I could feel demons brush against my dark, fragile skin. I wanted to go down, but there was no stopping this rise. Going up and up, like it was my time already. With a slight charge building in the air, it was all too clear that this aberration could be struck down at any moment.
I’m not ready to go yet.
In a panic, I began to yell for help. Ten stories below, the mostly-empty lot listened dutifully, but gravity expressed no inclination to expedite my descent. At the apex of the machine’s torturous climb the motor stalled and the world froze. Above the earth but not quite able to reach heaven, would I be allowed to return to the carnal planet below me? No, going back was impossible at this point.
The ground was on fire.
With current passing above me and heat rising from beneath, my shouts became screams of terror. Stretching over the sweltering tents and dubious rides, my cries were returned by the wailing of echoes off the back walls of the distant library and theater. Below, surely the uniformed officer strolling to his car must have heard the desperate stereo. A man in his position ought to have come charging to the rescue. But no, he was gliding away in his car with somewhere else to be.
After all, why should He care? To Him, I was just another freak at the carnival.
She didn't run.
ReplyDeleteShe did, however, walk really really fast. Her long legs never seemed to touch the ground as she made her way away from the carnival, away from the dreaded booths, and away from Sam.
Alex almost stopped and went back. She almost decided to walk up to Sam and hug him and laugh and say she was just kidding. She almost forgot everything. And she did stop. But she never turned around, never went back to Sam, and certainly never hugged him. But she did stop. She did consider.
She shook those strange thoughts from her head and tried to concentrate on walking back to Wilshire Tower, but her body froze soon after she started her journey. The weather had been dreary all day, which naturally made her nervous. Fortunately, however, it had not rained a drop while with Sam at the carnival. Alex knew she could never be so lucky. Thunder could be heard in the distance, and she knew rain would not be far off.
Alex saw the town's cop, Rocco Statone, drive by her looking bored, yet busy at the same time. She seriously considered asking for a ride back to the apartments, anything to stay dry. She probably would have, if he'd stopped. But he didn't. So she kept walking. And when the rain started coming down, and she starting wishing she had stayed home all day instead of going out with Sam, she ran.
The long- haired girl stopped. She took a few steps towards the street, backwards so she could look up at me.
ReplyDelete"Who the fuck do you think you are asshole?" The girl said ... O.k. I got the picture ... sensitive topic. SEE I KNEW NOT EVERYONE WAS CURED!!! I should have approached her from closer ... like not from 50 fucking floors up from her.
"I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I don't deny it. I can't stop. I won't stop ... Well, I will if I run out of food ... but all of the places around here deliver and I work online so like I was saying I WONT STOP!!!! But I need to ..." said a quavering man.
I look down ... I see a familiar head ... The head turns, and the man looks up.
It's Jeb. What the fuck ... I am trying to solicit here and he's freakin BUISNESS BLOCKING!!!
Wait.
Did he say he was a stress eater? DID HE SAY HE HAD A PROBLEM AND HE NEEDED HELP STOPPING?!?!??!?!?!?!
O.K. I can't fuck this up ... I have two perfect life support members here ... We've got a defensive bitch, who possibly has a stress eating issue ... and a fearfull chubster ... awesome ... Don't fuck this up John ... we NEED THIS ...
"Hey Jeb," I say just so he knows his presence is known and feels included, "Listen ... " I say motioning at the girl standing in the street. "How about a knosh? Let's say ..." I'm interuppted.
Who the fuck is this schmechel?
"EXCUSE ME SONS ..." says a fat officer holding a hot dog in one hand and a lemonade in the other.
You know, police officers should have an off duty sign like taxis do ... THAT WAY if they are off duty and try to govern us in any way we can just say "FUCK YOU YOU'RE OFF DUTY!!!!"
"Yes sir?" Jeb says in a quavering voice ... (what's new?) He can be such a suckup this guy ... it's probably because hes a freaking baby and wants to be in good with the police JUST IN CASE.
"Hi ya'll, I'm Lt. Rocco Statone. Just tryin' to keep a safe neighborhood 'round these here parts ..."
"I SUPPORT YOU COMPLETELY," says Jeb giving him a dumbass salute.
The officer shakes his head.
"Anyways, please get back in your windows ... Don't want anybody fallin' out now you hear? Sanitation isn't too good 'round here so ya'lls bodies could be rottin' on this hear street for days."
"SURE THING OFFICER. THANKYOU FOR SERVING OUR COUNTRY!"
Jeb, you are such a FAG.
Lt. schmehel carries on.
"As I was saying," I start, "How about a little snack ... Jeb you need to get out, I need to help people, and you my dear ... I think you need a friend."
I point to the carnival across the street.
"Funnel cakes and beer?" I gesture. I know Bubby wouldn't approve ... and that the food at that carnival isn't the only thing not Kosher, but ... this is buisness, right?
"Umm ... is there security there?" Jeb askes.
Of course.
"I'm in ... I don't know why ... but I am ..." says the girl shrugging her shoulders.
"It's kind of chilly ... I better not go ... I think I'm getting sick anyways," Jeb said, shaking his head.
"Great." I say to the girl. "Jeb," I say shaking my head, "YOU'RE COMMING."
The girl started walking towards the fair, and Jeb was silent.
"Well ... O.k. I guess ... Will you come get me John? These elevators are unpredictable and I don't want to get stuck in there alone and you won't know where I am and the girl will wonder what happend to me and my parents will never know because YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CALL AND TELL THEM BECAUSE YOU WON'T KNOW AND ..."
I cut him off; I have to.
"COMMING RIGHT NOW."
I look out to see if the girl is still in sight.
She's not.
"By the way, my name's Alex," said the girl, screaming from a block away.
As she exited the front door, the glaring sunlight temporarily blinded her, then permanently hid back behind the onslaught of approaching clouds. She glanced around, and noticed that same damn cop standing on the corner, staring angrily at a bus as it pulled away. There was probably a 90% chance he wouldn't recognize her, she figured. He fell into the 10% that day, and started calling after her. What a goddamn memory.
ReplyDelete"Hey, you!"
She took off running. Might as well check out this carnival while she was at it.
But she couldn't go straight down the street. She saw that man with his animal mask standing in front of that old library. He always stared at her with the most uncomfortable intensity. Maybe he knew her secrets. No, it was a detour for Edna.
And hey, she'd give that damn cop a workout for his gut.
Hah, she sighed and turned up the alley as it began to pour.
As she hopped off the trodden path and onto the basketball court, her shoes began to slither on the increasingly wet pavement. Her face smacked flat on the pavement, and everything went black.
THE SET EM UP CARNIVAL
ReplyDeleteI can't quite understand why someone would set up a carnival in this rundown town, especially with this type of weather. I am inside of the laundromat and still have to wear some type of sweater of jacket.
This weather is soooo freaking annoying. I don't understand why my dad would live here. He is from the islands where its always hot and complains anytime the weather gets below 70. Now why in the world would he want to be here. There hasn't been a nice day yet. Why am I here.
OMG!!! Sirens. What the hell happened. I hope its nothing too serious. I walk outside to see where the fire truck is going. OH WOW. That old abandon warehouse caught on fire. I look at my watch. It is only 2:33. In the afternoon. Now what could have possibly happened up there this early in the day. Maybe some idiot went up to get high and fell asleep and it caught on fire. Oh well. I could care less. Not my problem.
I go back inside the laundromat, and realize that no one is going to come in to wash clothes, so I decide to close up. These people are so frickin nasty. Nobody washes clothes and I know they don't have any washer machines of their own in this broke down ruins they call a town.
As I walk out the laundromat, someone bumps into me. I've never seen this person before, but they seem lonely. He walks pass me and heads towards the carnival. I don't know what he is going to do there, but I am curious. So I head towards the carnival also. As I walk over, I see him head towards the ferris wheel. Someone near yells for him and I find out his name is Shayn. Cool...
I continue to walk around and view people since I don't want to feel like a stalker. I pass by the stand where you throw balls at a set up of bottles and see this army looking man trucking balls like its nothing. And all the while he is yelling commands like he is about to go to war. I get close enough to see his name is Lt. Rocco Stone. Before I realize it, he is staring me straight in the eye as if he knows me.
That's when it hits me...One of the guys my dad encountered here was never given a name. Just initials. LT. R.S. is this guy. And he must be staring because I look so much like my dad.
Hold one hot minute. Why is it that my dad only had encounters with guys. The few women were given names and the guys weren't... Could he have possibly been...
I turn quickly and walk far away and decide I need to find out why he died and what he was here for.