A Holiday Miracle
January 6th, 2008 Filed Under happening
My friend’s sister almost died from carbon monoxide (CO) poisoning over the holidays. She got home one night, thought maybe the battery in her other car was dead, so she turned it on and let it run in the downstairs garage while she put something in the microwave–and that’s the last thing she remembers until 9am the next morning, when she woke up on the floor, paralyzed and barely able to hear herself scream. She eventually regained control of her arms, and crawled around looking for her cat, which she found in the upstairs bedroom closet, dead and hard as a rock.
She eventually went to the E/R (why she didn’t call 9-1-1 immediately is anyone’s guess), where the doctor said she had no business being alive. They couldn’t figure it out, until she told him she had climbed Mount Kilimanjaro a month ago. They figure she only survived because she had recently been in an oxygen-deprived environment, and the idling car was low enough on fuel that it ran out of gas sometime during the night.
Stumble it!punk vs. cop
October 14th, 2007 Filed Under happening, news
Last night a Seattle police officer shot a 13-year-old kid on my front lawn. I was just falling asleep when I heard two loud reports (and I don’t remember hearing anything before or after). The kid was out tagging with a friend, police saw them, they ran, the police caught up to them at my house, told them to put their hands up, and the one kid reached into his pants for something stupid. The cop shot twice and hit him in the leg, which I’m sure hurt a lot, but will probably (hopefully) not be fatal or debilitating.
Moral of the story: if a cop tells you to put your hands up, you should not reach into your pants for ANY REASON. Not to ditch the evidence, not to pull out a cellphone, not to scratch your balls. If you don’t want to put your hands up, your other option is to run away. It’s not a great idea and it’ll probably come back to haunt you later, but at least it’s non-threatening and you probably won’t be shot at (though cops love to use “non-lethal” force on perps who try to run away. I learned that from Hill Street Blues).
an overload of kings
March 19th, 2007 Filed Under happening, random
A friend took this picture at a local bar; it was neither staged nor doctored, I am assured.
(For the unobservant or image-disabled reader, a poker player named King has pocket kings. And the Kings beat the Oilers 5-1).
