It's A Cracked Out Day In The Neighborhood...

(Title is to be sang with the tune from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood....)

Today was insanely surreal.

First off, I didn't want to get out of bed in the first place. Seriously, Collin had to literally start pushing me off the bed before I would get up... This is actually quite normal though; the not wanting to get up, not the him pushing me out of bed...

Second thing about today (and this one fucks with me every week) it's my Tuesday, but Collin's Friday....

This here, this is the effing clincher that proved I should have stayed in bed where the crazy shit can't get to me. Before really getting to work at the office all of us typically go outside and smoke (I know, I know... Eww smoking's gross. I promise I will quit entirely when I no longer am so stressed out at work.) and this morning was no different. The five of us were just preparing to go in and get to work after sharing what we had all done the previous evening and picking up any new gossipy type stuff when all hell broke loose. This car pulled up to the stop sign at the corner of 18th and State. I noticed that this chick was leaning out the window in the passenger seat as though she was going to spit or puke or something. The car started to go but was really jerky, like the driver had hit the gas, then let off and then hit the gas again. The car barely made it fifteen feet from the corner, and the passenger door flew open and the chick started screaming at us (I think she screamed for help at first). The car thankfully came to a stop before she managed to get her seat belt off and come tumbling out of the car. She came running up to us screaming, "Help me! You gotta help me! Please someone help me." All of us were trying to figure out what was wrong, the driver was a middle aged man and the girl seriously looked like a girl, maybe eighteen years old. The driver got out of the car and started to come over towards us, the girl freaked and took off east on State Street screaming for help, and just screaming. One of the girls I work with was already on the phone with 911, we all kind of tensed thinking the dude was the bad guy and was gonna grab her or start hitting her or something. After all, we didn't know who was who or what was happening. He asked that we call an ambulance for the girl, so that helped to calm us about him a little. The girl had come back our way and almost ran out into traffic a couple times, all the while screaming for help (Thank god she didn't get hit by a car...). Then the cops got there (three cruisers in all and a motorcycle cop) and a fire engine and an ambulance. The cops were there first and the girl became combative, they had to restrain her and cuff her. She continued to scream for help, screaming she didn't know what was going on; even after the EMTs arrived and were strapping her onto the back board she continued to scream. They carted her off and everyone left.

This is the background on what caused this insane scene: The girl had been drinking for a few days, no sleeping and no eating and shooting up crack to boot. The dude was her boyfriend's uncle. Her douche of a boyfriend had left her with his uncle after she started to complain that something was wrong with her stomach and she began a really bad trip. Her boyfriend's uncle was trying to get her to the hospital, but, as I said above, she didn't know what the hell was happening and was tripping hardcore. We don't know what happened to her after the EMTs took her away but hopefully the poor girl can get cleaned up.... It was messed up and in a way very sad.

Yea... So that was my oh so exciting Tuesday... And all that happened before 9am... The rest of the day was uneventful... Thankfully...

Now I will forever be wary of passengers in cars that pass the office with the window open...

Cah-RAZY!

I'm going to chill now...