the night i arrived, the locals decided to put on a show to welcome me to their hood. unfortunately, i slept through the festivities, but my roommate managed to capture the event in its entirety.
on sunday morning at 3am, there is commotion from the streets outside our window. 2 cops with batons stand beating the sin out of a man while a woman is screaming hysterically with no regards to the sleeping neighbors. immediately afterwards, an unmarked black van flies in and comes to a screeching halt. 2 enormous men, who look like their diet consisted solely of red meat and little children, jump out, armed with blunt beat sticks and arms the size of tree trunks. they dove head first into the mess and joined the cops.
"that's what you get! that's what you (expletive) get!" screamed the enormous men as their beat sticks ravaged what's left of their targeted man. i found out later that they were undercover cops who played very convincing roles of scary new york thugs.
soon, our street is packed with patrol cars and officers. after the celebratory welcome beating fizzled out, the cops tazed the man for good measure, arrested him, and placed him in the back of a patrol car. we all hope he goes to a better place than where he was 15 minutes ago under a rainstorm of batons.
bhurin
playlist:
rilo kiley - more adventurous
the nightwatchman - one man revolution
these arms are snakes - easter
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