Anodyne
Sunday, August 14, 2005
 
Working late, refinishing the CSA Space floor.

Sirens.

Six police cruisers, the paddy wagon, two ambulances, and a fire truck all converge on the porn theatre across Main Street.

Eight cops, two firemen, and three ambulance attendants go inside.

Justifiably curious, Gene and I wander over.

Through the open front door:

Eight grinning cops kneel on the carpeted lobby floor, holding down an unhappy, handcuffed, totally nude and seriously hallucinating man.

"What's your first name?"

"WHUNG! WHUNG! WHOOP! OOOP! OOOP!"

"What's your last name?"

"HOOOOO! OOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH!"

"We're going to lift you onto this stretcher now, okay?"

"AIIIIIIIE! AAAAAAH! OOOOOH!"

Hallucinating Guy exits the premises handcuffed and rubber-banded to the stretcher.

"Show's over, folks."
- posted by cjb @ 8:39 PM


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