My own (sur)real life...
Okay, okay - I know I've been bitching a little bit lately about things, and I'm going to try and work on that. I'm having probably one of the best days I've had in ages. Got myself going (eventually) today, and although late for my appointment with the slide scanner at the Toronto Reference Library, I made the most of it. Went to the other library branch to return my (somewhat) overdue books first, then out to Tim Hortons for a quick lunch. Got all my slides scanned and burned to a CD and came home to test it out. Damn, those file sizes are huge, and Photoshop just isn't coping well with my lack of RAM in the iBook. Need to get that sorted. But back to the events of Friday night - went out with Ida and Peter for our usually semi-monthly drinking binge - beer, cosmopolitans, and vodka tonics. Lovely evening. Peter drove me back to the loft when we were done. Adam was priming the base of the kitchen island for final painting, I just watched some stupid movie with Ice Cube in it, some crap called Surviving the Game. I only remember it because of the events of the next few hours. Adam walked over to say something, and looking out the window he says, "Dude, get out of the tree!" I thought perhaps he was either a) reliving a past acid trip or b) talking to the television - never once thinking there may be an option c) to consider. Turns out that this was the understatement of the week. There WAS someone in the tree - more like a really tall shrub - that grows outside my window in the loungeroom. This shirtless skinny dude, about 25 was actually waist high to the window - IN THE TREE. Remember, we're three floors up, face an alleyway that really NO ONE wants to walk down, never mind actually explore. He's up there - no more than perhaps half a meter away from me - looking me straight in the eyes. Well, he starts heading back on down the tree as I'm sitting there trying deciding whether or not I'll call the police, or just throw something at him. Neither was actually required, seeing as about two minutes later - and 15 feet lower than my window - the branch cracked and dropped the dude about 25 feet to the ground. I didn't actually see this happen, but man, I heard it. Adam looked out the window and saw that he was on the ground, not moving - but breathing. After giving the guy about a minute to see if he'd just been winded - I called 911 and had the full treatment show up at the building. Fire department, coppers and ambo's (one of whom was a TOTAL spunk!) Anyway, turns out that this dude has a few priors for break and enter - as well a pretty sketchy history. So, after all that drama, they charged him with Prowl by Night - like that's a REAL charge! Had to give a statement to the coppers over the phone and might even be subpoenaed - all because I was more afraid that this dude was dead than him actually being able to get into my place. Took a few hours, an episode of Buffy and a few ciggies to get me calm enough to sleep. But that I did. I know my writing SO sucks right now - but I'm tired, hung over - and SO needing to get back to sleep.
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