Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 03, 2010
psycho(loca)lized
I...WE...had an interesting start to the new year.
yesterday....
I
came face to face with
the (one of many) town crazy.
I had walked to the mart for 13 bean soup fixens....beans, onion, tomato, cilantro.
I already had the ham hock.
on my way home...
I stopped to take a couple pics of the geese
that were occupying the Martella Farm pasture land
next thing I know....
some guy is yelling at me
cursing
coming up the street at me
with a big stick in his hand
I look around...
'cuz...well...you know
he couldn't possibly be talking to me
oops...
he's coming at me
yelling at me
telling me
I can't take pics
HERE
Where?
really...
i'm standing in the street
public street...that is
taking pics
of geese
needless to say...
he came right up to me
shaking his stick
telling me to leave
scared the crap out of me
I thanked him...and left.
what was I going to do...
throw a can of tomato & green chili at him?
I hurried home
trying to gain my composure before walking in the door
no such luck
I was in tears
angry
upset
at being scared
on a street
that I walk
all the time
not a good scenario
for the cute boy
I think I got out the words
"threatened"
"some guy"
&
"stick"
he was out the door
and
pissed
at this point...
my imagination has gotten the better of me
do I call the sheriff to report the harassment?
or...
call the sheriff to protect the crazy from
the wrath of gaz?
not to worry though...
the guy wouldn't come out of his cabin
while gaz screamed at him
threatening to pull him out
through the window and beat him silly
my hero
(chivalry is not dead)
the sheriff did come
I did give my report
and...being familiar with this particular guy
the sheriff
gave him a talking to
of course...
I'm still laughing at the irony of it all
small town drama
lack of meds
threats of violence
all for
a peaceful picture
of geese
ps.....we surfed today
yesterday....
I
came face to face with
the (one of many) town crazy.
I had walked to the mart for 13 bean soup fixens....beans, onion, tomato, cilantro.
I already had the ham hock.
on my way home...
I stopped to take a couple pics of the geese
that were occupying the Martella Farm pasture land
next thing I know....
some guy is yelling at me
cursing
coming up the street at me
with a big stick in his hand
I look around...
'cuz...well...you know
he couldn't possibly be talking to me
oops...
he's coming at me
yelling at me
telling me
I can't take pics
HERE
Where?
really...
i'm standing in the street
public street...that is
taking pics
of geese
needless to say...
he came right up to me
shaking his stick
telling me to leave
scared the crap out of me
I thanked him...and left.
what was I going to do...
throw a can of tomato & green chili at him?
I hurried home
trying to gain my composure before walking in the door
no such luck
I was in tears
angry
upset
at being scared
on a street
that I walk
all the time
not a good scenario
for the cute boy
I think I got out the words
"threatened"
"some guy"
&
"stick"
he was out the door
and
pissed
at this point...
my imagination has gotten the better of me
do I call the sheriff to report the harassment?
or...
call the sheriff to protect the crazy from
the wrath of gaz?
not to worry though...
the guy wouldn't come out of his cabin
while gaz screamed at him
threatening to pull him out
through the window and beat him silly
my hero
(chivalry is not dead)
the sheriff did come
I did give my report
and...being familiar with this particular guy
the sheriff
gave him a talking to
of course...
I'm still laughing at the irony of it all
small town drama
lack of meds
threats of violence
all for
a peaceful picture
of geese
ps.....we surfed today
Friday, January 01, 2010
New Year
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