ahhh...1200 block of walnut avenue i love you.

12:47pm. amanda yells down about a man being in our backyard. he is asking us to call the police. he's squatting behind our trash and recycling bin. he positioned them so they were a fort around him. he says nothing else, but asks us to call the police. while amanda is still on the phone, one cop car shows up and the man takes off into the street and waves down the car. over the next 20 minutes, four other cop cars show up. the man is telling about how a woman threw rocks at him this morning and he hit her, but just now her and another man came after him with a gun and tried to shoot him. the gun, however, was jammed. he just keeps talking and amanda is mumbling that he is talking too much. one of the cops comes into our backyard looking for the man's gun because he is convinced that the man was the one with the gun. amanda mumbles, "great." and i'm thinking about putting a lock on the gate to our yard.

which i go to do, only i can't, because apparently i'm not butch enough.

1:31am. (last night) i am once again sleeping in stef's bed because she is not home. i wake up because men are talking very loudly. i get mad because i know i can never fall back asleep. then i notice the flashing lights. i reach for my glasses and trip over stef's clothes (because her room is a mess). there's four cop cars postioned around my house, but nothing else is happening. i lay down and try to fall asleep. it takes over an hour.