- Sep 12, 2004
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So the wife and I are just sitting around, staring at the idiot box and winding down with a beverage or two on a regular boring Staurday in Surburbia. Then we hear this strange noise...like a beeping sound. Looking at my wife I ask, "What is that!?"She says, "I don't know. I've been hearing weird sounds all day." That being pretty unhelpful in the way of illuminating commentary and potentially paranoid to boot, we decide to investigate. We both walk outside and the smoke is so thick you can barely see. Immediately we think either our house or the one directly behind us is on fire. We run around the side yard and the neighbor's house across the street is billowing smoke. Just at that time the emergency vehicles begin to show up.
The firetrucks are pouring in, sirens blaring. One is unreeling hose down the street and around the corner. No water is coming yet though. A guy comes running down the street, breathless, saying a firefighter is down. While unreeling the hose a woman fireman got wrapped up in the hose at the hydrant. I run down to the hydrant and a female fighfighter is down on her back and in pain. Me and another guy grab the hose and give it a yank and create some slack so a couple others can get the fireman (firewoman?) untangled. I think her leg was broken. Other firemen arrive at that time to take care of her.
I run back down to my house and go grab the camera. The fire is now coming through the roof of the neighbors house and the entire roof is burning (I know what you're singing right now. Stop it.). Embers from the fire are pouring on my roof. Neighbors are congregating in my side yard to watch the commotion. After snapping a few pictures, for insurance purposes, I go back into the house then grab a new beverage before going back outside to ogle like some closet arsonist like the rest of the neigbors. Just as I walk out the front door, two cops are tasering some dude in my front yard not five yards away from me and yelling "SETTLE DOWN. STOP STRUGGLING!" The dude is spasming and screaming but still struggling with the man. Standing there with a fresh beer in my hand, and my jaw around my ankles, I'm trying to determine whether or not I should go back inside. They tasered the guy four times before he went down. Some girl is yelling "STOP IT! STOP!!!" I go back inside.
It was like being in some surreal, live episode of cops.
Turns out the guy being tasered was the brother of the guy whose house was burning down. He came ot help his brother, left his car in the middle of the street further down the block, left the car still running with the door open, and went hoofing it towards his brother's house. The cops immediately chased him and he wouldn't stop. He told them he was the brother of the guy whose house was on fire. They tased him anyway.
The cops have some 'splainin' to do.
The family and pets made it out of the house safely. The house is a wreck though. The roof is gone. It's a shame too. It was a beautiful 2-story house on the lakefront.
I need another beer.
The firetrucks are pouring in, sirens blaring. One is unreeling hose down the street and around the corner. No water is coming yet though. A guy comes running down the street, breathless, saying a firefighter is down. While unreeling the hose a woman fireman got wrapped up in the hose at the hydrant. I run down to the hydrant and a female fighfighter is down on her back and in pain. Me and another guy grab the hose and give it a yank and create some slack so a couple others can get the fireman (firewoman?) untangled. I think her leg was broken. Other firemen arrive at that time to take care of her.
I run back down to my house and go grab the camera. The fire is now coming through the roof of the neighbors house and the entire roof is burning (I know what you're singing right now. Stop it.). Embers from the fire are pouring on my roof. Neighbors are congregating in my side yard to watch the commotion. After snapping a few pictures, for insurance purposes, I go back into the house then grab a new beverage before going back outside to ogle like some closet arsonist like the rest of the neigbors. Just as I walk out the front door, two cops are tasering some dude in my front yard not five yards away from me and yelling "SETTLE DOWN. STOP STRUGGLING!" The dude is spasming and screaming but still struggling with the man. Standing there with a fresh beer in my hand, and my jaw around my ankles, I'm trying to determine whether or not I should go back inside. They tasered the guy four times before he went down. Some girl is yelling "STOP IT! STOP!!!" I go back inside.
It was like being in some surreal, live episode of cops.
Turns out the guy being tasered was the brother of the guy whose house was burning down. He came ot help his brother, left his car in the middle of the street further down the block, left the car still running with the door open, and went hoofing it towards his brother's house. The cops immediately chased him and he wouldn't stop. He told them he was the brother of the guy whose house was on fire. They tased him anyway.
The cops have some 'splainin' to do.
The family and pets made it out of the house safely. The house is a wreck though. The roof is gone. It's a shame too. It was a beautiful 2-story house on the lakefront.
I need another beer.
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