A Tangent About How Cops Are Not Cool About Drinking On The Beach.

15 08 2011

Well, it happened.
I got my first ticket
for drinking in public.

I am not at all surprised this happened. This was bound to happen, and frankly, I’m amazed it didn’t happen sooner, as I drink in public about as often as my neighborhood bums. In fact, this has been the summer of
“Getting Tickets For Things I’ve Been Doing For Years & Never Got Caught”.

June: Got a ticket for checking my email at a stop light.
July: Got a ticket for not having a front license plate.
August: Got a ticket for drinking kalimotxos on the beach.

For those of you who don’t know this,
a kalimotxo is the drink of my native people, the Basque.
Yes, I am about a quarter Spanish gypsy,
and I love drinking red wine and Coca-cola.

My ticket says, “Drinking red wine and cola in a red cup on the beach”
which I personally take as a testament to my awesomeness,
but whatever this is besides the point.

The point of this blog is I hate this game cops try to play where it’s like,
“HEY, I’M BUSTING YOU, BUT I’M ALSO DOING FAVORS FOR YOU
AND I’M ALSO COOL.”

They say things like,
“I’m going to do you a favor and not give you a misdemeanor and take you away in handcuffs for quietly drinking red wine & cola on the beach.”

Dude, if you were doing me a favor, you would have just taken your dune buggy posse to find some real degenerates causing a ruckus and like, peeing on families & shit. I was just sitting here! Quietly! Drinking some wine, which is only like an oak barrel and six months of a difference between that grape juice shit that kid on the next beach blanket is spilling all over his fucking shorts, screaming like a maniac. Why am I getting a ticket when there are tiny, sugar-hyped hooligans ruining the atmosphere! Makes no sense.

They also say things like,
“I’m not an asshole, why don’t you finish your drink while we fill out this citation that doesn’t involve me taking you down to the station because I am cool like that.”

Although I appreciate the gesture, you’re still an asshole and you’re not cool. If you were not an asshole and you were cool, you would have just believed me when I lied to you & said that it was only Coke in my cup. You could have taken my word, and winked at me, and driven off. That would have been a totally non-asshole and cool thing to do. Maybe fighting real crime too, yeah, add that to the list of totally non-asshole and cool things to do.

I’m fine with the fact I got a ticket.
I’m fine with the fact I got all the tickets I did this summer.
I’ve been breaking these laws for at least five years, minimum.
It was about time someone said I should stop.

What I am not fine with is that cops pretend they are good people
when everyone knows the only good people are firemen!

I’m kidding!

kinda.

[Currently Listening 2 The Fresh & Onlys]





A Tangent About Being Snuck Up On.

8 06 2011

Yesterday afternoon, I was at a stoplight
and without thinking, since I was stopped,
I checked my phone.

Look, I know I’m not supposed to even TOUCH a phone while I am in my car but, get real. Like you’ve never heard happy little email dings & then checked your shit at a stoplight?! Like you’ve never snuck a peak at your Google Maps Ap?! I mean, I feel that this is a totally normal thing to do for someone who owns both a phone that is smart & a functioning motor vehicle.

And I probably check my phone,
every day at a stoplight.
Mostly for the maps though.

WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT?!
ME TO USE MAPQUEST?!
LIKE I HAVE A PRINTER OR SOMETHING?!
Sheesh. I’m not famous or anything, guys.

Anywayyyyyy, at this stoplight yesterday,
approximately 20 seconds after picking up my phone,
I have THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS SCARED OUT OF ME
by a fucking cop, on a fucking bike, knocking on my passenger window.

He startled the shit out of me, obviously because I thought it was going to be an overzealous crackhead and honestly, I wish he had been. I have absolutely no problems awkwardly ignoring & possibly making illegal turns to avoid confrontation with fucking crazies on the streets.

I roll down my window, give the bro my license & pull into the gas station that is on the corner. Turns out, there is a whole fleet of cops on bikes hiding behind a wall, apparently to just give tickets for people using their cell phones in the right hand lane, because what the fuck is a cop on a bike going to do about some illegal left hand turns on Soto & Olympic? Nothing, besides get fucking crushed by semis, so yeah, basically there was a right lane cell phone task force waiting to bring the law down on some of us who are popular enough to get emails.

So, whatever, I mean, I wasn’t trying to deny I was checking my email.
I’m definitely the kind of person who takes responsibility for this shit.
But this dude tries to tell me that although I shouldn’t have been on my phone,
the real lesson is that I could get snuck up on & be victimized by thugs
because I wouldn’t be “paying attention to my environment”.

The only lesson I learned is that
by not paying attention to my environment,
I am going to get snuck up on
by a fucking gang
of BIKE COPS.

You can drive away from thugs.
You can run over a crackhead.
But you cannot peel off
after being reprimanded
by a scheming squadron
of spandex shorts
& badges on bikes.





Animal Collective Maths.

20 01 2009

The end / beginning of the year was pretty crazy for me and I sorta slacked off and my priorities got a little messed up. I was moving and spending time with my family instead of keeping up with my favorite bands’ tour dates and subsequently, I missed out on getting tickets to see Animal Collective this weekend.

I went on Craig’s List thinking I could find a respectable person who would give me a reasonable & appropriate price for a ticket for either night.
You know what I found?
RAPISTS.

Yes, people are raping each other
all over Craig’s List for Animal Collective tickets.
I do not know who decided (an average) $150
was a fitting expenditure but apparently that is the market.

My response: FUCK THAT NOISE.
It’s not like that money is contributing to Animal Collective.
It’s contributing to some hipster-rapist’s Little Joy tab !!!
Do you know what you could do with that kind of money
& an affinity for Animal Collective ?!

Well, mister, let me tell you !

You could purchase Animal Collective’s entire discography (seven LPs, three EPs, two singles) on Itunes for $90.68.

And maybe you’re not that into them, so you could just get all the LPs on Itunes for $70.85.

Maybe you’re too good for MP3s. Maybe you’re one of those cats that needs the tangible album art. If that is the case, you can buy the entire Animal Collective discography on Compact Disc on Amazon.com for $138.77.

Maybe you don’t want to look like you just got into AnCo and like flipping through leaflets, you could get the whole discography already loved on Amazon.com for $85.72.

Or if you’re just into them but I mean, you don’t think they’re like the next Radiohead or anything, you could just get the LPs on Amazon.com too: $99.87 spankin’ new, $65.89 slightly scratched.

But maybe you are way too eclectic for the likes of these newfangled forms of music. Maybe you hate Ipods because you’re anti-commercialism. Maybe you think CDs don’t capture the real essence of music. Maybe you’re way too authentic for all that and you need vinyls.
Well, you can get all their vinyls as virgins on Amazon.com for $123.85.
And if you don’t want to look like you jumped on the bandwagon, you can get the thrown out conversation pieces for $118.44.

(Please keep in mind that only Merriweather Post Pavilion, Strawberry Jam, Feels, Water Curses EP/single and People EP have vinyl pressings and only the Water Curses EP/single and Strawberry Jam have used vinyls so really, I mean, it’s kind of pointless to buy them used unless you’re trying to save money but if you’re poor you probably shouldn’t be on Amazon.com to begin with, you should probably grow up, realize rock ‘n roll is a young man’s game and go get a job.)

And let’s say you have a new bitchin’ bf/gf you need to reeeeally impress to keep their polyester-clad ass around, you could always get the imported versions of Merriwether Post Pavilion, Strawberry Jam and Feels fresh off the boat for $119.96 or $104.92 a bit worn and weathered.

Or if you want to be super unique and ironic
and really get an “OMG” out of people,
you could always get some Rob Gordon idolizing, perverse Panda Bear obsessing, mistakenly homeless, hopeless romantic kid in Echo Park to take his whole Animal Collective discography and record it onto Cassette Tapes for you.
All for the small price of your unrequited love.
& maybe some misleading late night texts.

I slaved for countless hours on a Casio calculator

to tell you
AnCo FANS, YOU HAVE OPTIONS !!!!

And all those alternatives still leave room
to buy a case of PBR to enjoy all your Animal Collective authentic-ness with !!!

And that’s only the Animal Collective discography options.
I left out the detailed report with the cocaine and hookers.

In short,
Support Animal Collective
Not Silverlake Scalpers.








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