Wednesday, September 5, 2007

PRICE LE$$





Overheard in line at Duane Reade, "No, not Marlboro reds. They'll kill me." Laughing, "I want the lights."

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Raid Update

32 busted

Hands up!

Friday night just got way out of control. After partying all day, and night in fact. We were at mr black circa 5:00 AM dancing having a good time without being too trifling when all of the sudden the music stops and the cops start filing in. The first one had a sledge (like he had to break down the door???) and yelling for everyone to put their hands above their heads where he can see them. Drug raid. Immediately the entire staff is rounded up and cuffed. They're taking the cash registers and searching the entire place. Then we noticed that there were 3 or 4 undercover cops that we had seen in plain clothes now moving freely about. So they're busting a drug ring led by the people who work there...OK...not so bad. But when can we leave? 5 at a time we are allowed up stairs on the sidewalk where we are questioned and frisked. I did actually have to laugh because, like most nights out, I didn't have a shirt on. The first question, "Where's your shirt?" You just raided a gay club at 5 AM...boys are dancing without shirts on...what did you expect? He didn't get very far because the guy next to me barely spoke English and was giving them a really hard time, so my cop just sort of patted me on the back with a "Get out of here..." We had to wait across the street as rest of our friends came out. I guess I don't have any legal rights at that point even in a public place??? Also comical was the amount of baggies that instantly appeared on the floor...mission accomplished I guess.