My crazy ass weekend!

I know that I have been lagging on posting the rest of this story but I had to finish it. So here it is in it?s entirety and uncut? Enjoy the crap I seem to get myself into.

Everything started out just fine as I left work on Friday heading north on the 57 freeway. Traffic was great for a Friday, it only took me fifty minutes to get home, which is kinda abnormal, but whatever, take it when you can get it right? Got home cracked open a beer and said to myself, ?self, this is our weekend, turn off the cell phone don?t tell anybody where you are going?. So I took my own advice and grabbed my laptop, packed a bag, finished my beer broke out the Wrigley?s and I was on my way. Checked the weather on my way out the door and what do you know, nice and sunny, perfect! At this point in time I had no care in the world, the five posters which included 6 models, 6 trucks (and their owners) 4 locations and getting everyone where they needed to be is done and all my edit turned in by 100-percent, my month of stress was over, or so I thought.

Driving out the 60 and the music blaring I started thinking about what I was going to do and I figured that I have been going longer than the Energizer Bunny that I wasn?t going anywhere. I just wanted to stay at home drink my So Co, tinker with my truck and not care what kind of trouble the world was getting into. Before going any further I think I need to clear up one thing before I confuse everybody. I have a house in the Riverside area and I rent a room from a friend that lives much closer to Sport Truck central, but that is a whole other story in itself. So with that cleared up, I made it home, dropped my stuff off and headed out to the bar for a couple drinks. It was good times, getting my drink on and running into people that I haven?t seen since I started working here at Sport Truck. I would have to say my weekend was off to a good start.

Saturday morning was a little fuzzy when I woke up but I think anybody would be when you wake up four hours after you went to sleep. It seems that my sister happened to be in my neighborhood and saw that my car was sitting in the driveway and decided to stop and see what I was doing. So at 7:30 in the morning my doorbell starts ringing. I heard it a couple times and thought that it was probably some door banger going house to house. Then all of a sudden it started constantly ringing, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong AAAAARRRRGGGGGGHH, I'm going to kill someone. So I drag my ass out of bed and just before I headed to the front door my phone rings, crap it's my sister I answer it and I tell her to hold on that I had to take care of something real quick and I threw my phone on the bed and stormed down stairs. I was so mad; who ever was on the other side of the door was about to get a mouthful of words that would make a sailor blush. I barely got the door open without ripping it off the hinges. The first words out of my mouth when the opened was STOP RINGING MY DOORBELL *** And as I was about to proceed with the second round verbal abuse I noticed the little kids standing they?re starting to cry, it was my nieces and nephew. At this point in time I felt like a total ass, I opened the door and tried to explain to them that I didn?t know that it was them and that I was sorry. In the end it cost me breakfast and advising my sister to call me before she turns the kids loose on me.

After retuning home I wasn't going back to sleep so I needed to figure out what I was going to do at 8:30 on a Saturday morning. I didn't want to do anything that was going to be strenuous labor or give me a headache. Even though it was early in the morning and I really didn?t want to be awake, it was a nice day, so I decided I was going to spend it outdoors. I opened the garage door and turned on the music as loud as I could?if I couldn't sleep, neither would my neighbors. I dusted off my boxes of cleaning crap, and decided that I was going to detail my car. So for the next day and a half I OCD?d on just about every aspect of my car and gave it the whole Monk treatment. I finished Sunday around 5:30ish and I need to get back to Orange County so I didn't have to fight traffic on the way to work in the morning. With everything cleaned up, I grabbed my checked my cell phone to see if I missed a call. Well I couldn't tell you that because my phone died and it needed to be charged and I didn't have a wall charger. So I hop in the Civic plug my phone in and the only way to charge my phone is with the car running, so I hit the remote start walked away and arm the car.

I cruised inside and started the routine of the three S's. As I was handling the first "S" someone started ringing my doorbell and I didn't hear it, probably because of the cries of pain from recycling the spicy hot tacos I had for lunch (I knew I should have had that vanilla shake). Once I finished and my tears had dried, I could hear this loud banging on the front door, WTF? Who was beating on my door now? As I opened the door and about to let loose with some fury, I was greeted with the wrong side of a 9mm. As soon as I could focus I noticed that there was a cop attached to the other side of it and about 10 of his friends standing behind him with their guns drawn. The only thing I could think to say was "problem?" which he responded, "you need to step out of the house for your safety of not getting shot?. "Yes sir?", I opened the door went out side, he asked if there was anybody else in the house, I said no and his partner went inside and looked around. Then we hear on the radio code 4. As for me I started getting the questions. What are you doing? Why didn?t you answer the door when I rang the doorbell? I need to see your driver's license? Why is your driver's license different from your home address? After about ten minutes of this crap he finally stated why he stopped at the house in the first place.

I figured it might have been one of my friends that called the cops to play a joke because I never called anybody that weekend and one of them saw me in the area. The cop tells me that because my car was running and he didn't see anybody in it, he thought it looked suspicious. Why didn't you say that to begin with? I reached into my pocket grabbed my keys and started my car. It scured the a few of the cops standing by the car talking about how the tint was illegal and which one of them was going to write me the ticket. The guy that I was dealing with said that he had remote start on his truck and he thought that's what I had when he tried to open my door and found it locked. Wow, my hard earned tax dollars at its finest! All I could think of was how to get them to leave so I could finish up with what I was doing and go home. I told him that I had somewhere to be and I needed to get going, he said ok and turned to leave.

Why did I think that it was that easy? When I turned to go back in the house one of his buddies said, "you know that your window tint is illegal?" I said that I knew and I turned back to go in the house. He said wait a second because I needed to sign the ticket and he needed my driver's license. Ok, that's it Galen snapped, the first words out of my mouth were, excuse you, followed by let me go and get my video camera so I can record you violating my civil rights and you need to call your watch Sgt and tell him to squeeze his fat ass in a patrol car and drive out here cause this is bullsh*t. He told me to calm down it was only a ticket, I told him to *** off and go and harass someone else. Somewhere in all this *** talking match another unit rolled up and it was close to the person that I wanted to talk to. The field sergeant walks up tells his boy to go and wait by his car and he asks me what was going on. I go through the whole story, which I wasn't upset about; it was Magilla gorilla that I had the problem with. He told me that my windows were illegal and that he could write me the ticket. I explained to him that if he did I would personally sue him, the issuing officer and the department for civil rights violations. He asked me what I know about it, and I promptly told him that I have numerous family members that are sheriffs. We talked for about five minutes before he decided to leave. Finally, I can do what I need to do and get the F outta dodge.