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Current mood:  quixotic
we were on our way out of chicago, after playing a show at big chicks. it was about midnight and i was totally drained. we pulled over to get some gas before hitting the highway because we weren't sure if we were going to get lost in the country or what. anyway this guy comes over and wants to pump our gas for us, when he's done his accomplice comes over, grabs the lap top off my lap through the car window and tries to run for it. a hidden-mircle-charley's-angel-style-cop jumps out of the bushes and points her piece right in his face! he shat himself, fell on the ground, dropped the lap top and ran for it. as i was running after him, yelling i was gonna f'ing get him, his gas pumping buddy stole my wallet from the car. we didn't realize that we were in englewood and that this particular neighboorhood has a reputation of, well, you can stop in the middle of the day to pee and when you come back your car will be on cinder blocks and all four tires will be gone. anyway when the cop came back on her bike to talk to us she was burnin' hot and when laurel expressed her amazement at how she was just there in the bushes with her gun out she was like "Oh yeah you like that ;)" anytime i tell this story to people from around the area they say "who hasn't gotten robbed in chicago" and usually one up me with their own personal mugging stories.
oh yea and i changed my name to lizzy pitch :)
9:42 PM
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