Turning things around

After an impressive string of therapeutic naps I awoke at 5:00pm to total darkness. It was at that point I decided I needed to get something, anything, done. As you can see by that poorly planned picture I decorated my house for the holidays. This week Thursday I’m heading out on a roadtrip to Michigan for the weekend. Then Sunday I’ll drive back to Illinois to spend the holiday week hanging out with friends and family. This means I won’t really have time to unfold my tree and loop the lights around it, so, there you go.

I am appalled at my laziness the above picture. Blanket on the floor no other illumination anywhere else to be seen. I think I might have overdone it with the lights. I bought an extra strand whilst out buying a foot switch to control it (who knew the Clapper was so hard to find on store shelves) and it feels like a bit much. I had to power it off to watch a movie later. I like that I can annoy myself at times. Anyway, I had another story in mind when I sat down.

While driving from dinner to drinking Friday night I was stuck in unexpected traffic. I was also on the phone with my brother for most of the drive which will explain why I don’t have a video to post… When I got up to the knot of flashing emergency lights my inner gawker was expecting a car crash of some kind. What I got instead was a shirtless dude (23 degrees outside at the time) flopping around on the concrete because he had not 1 but 2 tasers in his body. I have no idea the sequence or if both were active, etc. but this poor fella was definitely riding the lightning.

There were 3 angry cops with orange dunce caps on their flashlights keeping us moving but I had so many questions. I had to apologize to my sibling for the distraction. So stuck in my brain was this incident that yesterday when I regained my wits I googled it with no luck. Then I searched for 2 tasers 1 perp and was rewarded with a bunch of fascinating reading.

I was on a walk today as not to feel like a complete worthless pile and ran into one of my unhomed acquaintances. After I asked the normal stuff about him keeping warm and potentially heading south I told him the story of what I saw. His only question was where and after I answered he said “that sounds like Jeffrey. He’s real tough and real crazy.” I’ve got him on the lookout for the real story. I also let him know that I’m $5 curious so we might get some results. fuckin Jeffrey