I found my mind in long beach (part I)

[kenny]

When you arrive at the airport and the TSA asks you, “Who did you piss off?” you know that you are going to be in for an interesting morning. Being in the sleep deprived daze that I was in it took it a moment for it to actually sink in. He highlighted a series of characters on my ticket then he promptly called some other vermin to come cart me away. I was ushered to a small holding area where I was treated like a Jewish person in the days of a Nazi concentration camp. I was not only detained long enough to miss my flight but I almost missed my standby flight. I was thoroughly searched and then I sat and waited while a bunch of overpaid mall security agents with way more power than they should be given destroyed my belongings. At one point I had this Bret Butler looking woman give me a lecture about having a Zippo. Numerous times I told her she could throw it away, I was not trying to argue over a small piece of unsentimental steel with these power hungry Nazi’s, I had a plane to catch. She ignored my request to throw it away and move on. Instead she just kept dismantling it in front of me; taking the inside out of its shell and placing it back in, repeatedly in some obsessive compulsive fashion. It reminded me of high school where I spent time working with the special education class. The near orgasmic look on her face mirrored that of a kid named Miles who would try to smash the square block through the circle. It was frightening, seriously frightening. If these are the people responsible for our country we are all doomed. A while back I was talking to a friend once who travels with government issued papers, a government issued ID on official government business and even she has been searched more than extensively. Hand’s under her bra wire? Is this a search, no this is sexual assault. Who are watching these pig fuckers, who are really watching them? If you are attractive you get finger raped. As for me I have been assaulted only with their stupidity. They cost not only myself money but who I was staying with had to modify their schedule and now instead of being picked up in Long Beach she had to drive out of her way to LAX. What were they doing before their job on 9-11 was created? I know where I was, myself and another guy I work with offered our digital services and headed out east during this time. We offered our hand and all these so called patriots did was buy a god damned magnetic flag. While I sat there in pure admiration of how this group of imbeciles gets away with so much I made a few phone calls to inform my friends that were awaiting my arrival of the change of plans that were afoot.
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Sleep, I bitch about it all the time but in my life when something good comes in to it I like to enjoy it. A friend came out to my house just hours before I had to be at the airport and we hung out. We drank vodka like we were celebrating the last hours of our life and at times I can’t help but to feel they are near. I said goodbye just a short time before my plane was to leave and I set off down the freeway at 100 mph and completed a 30 minute drive in nearly 11 minutes. Then there was the whole TSA incident, so I was glad to be sitting here in my seat. In the safety of this airline with the whole row to myself, gone are the TSA goons, gone are my worries about making it to California. It’s all smooth sailing from here on out, I can rest now.
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There are two groups of people that resent me when I sleep, my friends at defcon and the people that are stuck with me in a small fuselage 30,000 feet in the air after a rough night of no sleep and vodka. I was awoken shortly before decent in to LAX, evidently my snoring was unbearable to those around me which I judged by their evil glares. Oh well, they will live. I grabbed my bags and I made my way towards ground transportation.

It’s so pleasant seeing that curb, knowing you are where you need to be, and soon you will be amongst friends. Just as I passed to the second to last door two men caught my eye. They both darted from their seats in my direction at an unusually fast pace. I saw them both reach for their back pockets and now I knew the score.

“Narcotics officers, we need to talk to you.”

OK, really who the fuck is singling me out on this specific trip? Am I really pissing that many people off or is this just my lucky day? They informed me that I was not under arrest, they started in with their usual questions, where are you coming from, where are you going to, is this business or pleasure, are you carrying any large sums of money? They went though my belongings like crackhead’s that stumble upon a drunken passed out tourist at Mardi Gras. This whole bad cop/bad copy bully act was a crock of shit, they did manage to rattle my nerves but Hunter S. Thompson’s advice really comes in to play with these types of officers in this type of situation. "Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don't tell them anything." After they exhausted their frivolous questions I made my way to the curb, I put my belongings in the car, I smiled. I was now free. Free from these bastards that seemed determined to ruin my stay, free to loose my mind in yet another city.

(to be continued...)

For those that care I will be back sometime late tomorrow or Tuesday with my update and the continuation of my adventures in Long Beach, Watts, LA, Hollywood, and wherever the hell else I end up. For now I must smoke and then... well who knows. I have been staying somewhat sober; after all I found my mind in Long Beach.

[Shalome]

If you want to go to Hollywood, you need to get your ass off the couch and take a shower and get in the goddamned car, you lazy fucker.

[A]

Originally posted by kenny
They informed me that I was not under arrest, they started in with their usual questions, where are you coming from, where are you going to, is this business or pleasure, are you carrying any large sums of money?

Sounds like these dipshits need a leason on what "under arrest" is.

arrest

A situation in which the police detain a person in a manner that, to any reasonable person, makes it clear she is not free to leave. A person can be "under arrest" even though the police have not announced it; nor are handcuffs or physical restraint necessary.

source: nolo.com

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Sounds like a shitty day to me. Hope the rest of your trip is better.

[Shalome]

Originally posted by A
Sounds like these dipshits need a leason on what "under arrest" is.

arrest

A situation in which the police detain a person in a manner that, to any reasonable person, makes it clear she is not free to leave. A person can be "under arrest" even though the police have not announced it; nor are handcuffs or physical restraint necessary.

source: nolo.com

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Sounds like a shitty day to me. Hope the rest of your trip is better.

He's sitting on my couch, isn't he? However, his plans to go to Hollywood and harrass tranny hookers and various homeless folk seems to have been interrupted by 80s music, drugs, and a guitar.

That and the fact that he's still pissed at me for being a pussy who was sketched out by being fucking lost in Watts...

[Shalome]

Oh Jesus, JUDY GARLAND.






This is getting surreal.

[Shalome]

ROSCOE'S HOUSE OF CHICKEN AND WAFFLES

[Shalome]

i may be drunk on whiskey sours






please disregard all previous transmissions

[kenny]

Originally posted by Shalome
i may be drunk on whiskey sours






please disregard all previous transmissions

No, you said you are going to buy me a shirt... you owe me a shirt now. Even if Watts brought tears to your eyes... I need that shirt, I will rock it with pride.

[Shalome]

Originally posted by kenny
No, you said you are going to buy me a shirt... you owe me a shirt now. Even if Watts brought tears to your eyes... I need that shirt, I will rock it with pride.

Being lost in Watts might have made my palms a little sweaty on the steering wheel, but I didn't cry about it, fucker... the only crying done was by you, whining that you didn't get to see some fucking tourist attraction.

And yeah, to make up for it, I'll buy you a goddamned Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles t-shirt.

[Shalome]

You have confused Compton with Long Beach.




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YOU FUCKING FAIL

[kenny]

owned!

[Shalome]

WHORE

[DrFaustus]

Man. It sounds like I should have flown out too. Did you bring the bull horn?

[naoise]

Bullhorn broke Faustus.

Good to hear that shit is just as bad as it seems, kenny. I guess we'll be seeing you soon, no? Well, i think its time for another night of ultra absentmindedness . Is there anything these fuck-o's can't get away with? I'm currently reading a book on terrorism for a class and it's quite fasinating. I've discovered that revolutions are indeed the only way to bring about change in a oppressive government/government state. The book really has added quite the knowledge to my hate of this country. O well, enough bitching. Hope to see you soon, its good to see your getting out, if only i could afford a true vacation...

[cold]

Heh, two people sitting next to eachother. broadcasting their conversation so we all can enjoy. I can see you two right now, in what I can see as Shalome's living room. Heh..