and I say, Fuck, yea!!
So much for the police station next door keeping such things down, 'eh?The area has gotten a lot more quiet since they yanked the licenses at G'ville & W, butcha know, its just like keeping rodents and roaches under control... you can get rid of the main populace in an area, but they'll find some other dark corner to which to scurry (in our case, the Red Line viaduct at Glenlake), and they still venture out from time to time.
Broken window? I'll bet the "Wicked Witch of the WEST" did it. I haven't been out of the apartment yet today. Leaving soon to pick up my new glasses. Back here later with more comments and discourse . . .
You had to have walked over the shattered glass as you finished your shift last night...
Frankie and I got out pretty early last night. In fact, as we walked by, there were STILL people WALKING OUT at 2:08 a.m. Being that there were several milling about in front at the time, I didn't see any broken glass. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED????
seems awfully suspicious to me
Exactly, Fishpaw! There's a "crooked smile" in there somewhere!!!
Oh, and Rug Goth, that "police station" next door is the biggest joke on Granville. It's like "Reno 911" for Edgewater. They might as well put a donut shop in that place. I suppose, in a way, it already is . . .
Well put... I've seen many crimes happening right in front of it... granted, they were usually things like public urination, illegal panhanding, etc., but c'mon... if you're a law officer, and there's a law being broken... durr, do your job!Back when the stores could sell liquor, I practically had to report a murder in progress to get them to come. A number of times I looked out my window to see something pretty close- people breaking bottles and threatening to cut each other. I told them this, and by the time they came... they'd faded off away.
I think it was a client whose "Western Values" led him to believe has was entitled to an after hours cocktail 15 minutes after all the other 2:00 clubs had closed their doors. All I know is I heard something like: "I know you're in there. I can see you. Let me in. I want another drink." Boris responds: "We are closed. It's after 2:00." Then was some shouted expletitive, and a crash as the window was pounded or kicked and shattered. And a shadow scurrying east past the glass blocks windows.
I would hope the "suspect in question" will NO LONGER BE SERVED BY ANY BARTENDER in that establishment! It seems the hardest lesson the Gino's staff has had to digest is "who to serve, who to watch closely, and who to just not serve in the first place." The standards, obviously, have to be a bit higher than those at our favorite toilet down the block.
How dare you REMOVE your pet name for me: BITCH! BITCH! LOL
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