So. It's another friday night, and another random mission to somewhere thats wasn't here. It all began on a cold windy october evening, with flaming black sambuca shots and tall boys of imported beer from the LCBO. We decided to wander around Uof Ottawa campus and find where that party at. We end up at Zam's pub and we down a quick pitcher. Then I look at the siding of the building (there was a hockey arena inside) and I climb right up the siding to the roof without a moments hesitation. No biggie, a little dewey slippy wetness, but nothin i cant handle. Door on the roof with a staircase down. Sweet, downclimbing is sketch. GO to another bar, another pitcher, and keep on keepin on... I musta given a thousand high fives that night....So were walkin across campus and pushing stuff over, and the campus security car pulls up behind us and the guy gets out. 'Excuse me guys' ...keeeep walking.....pretend you didnt hear him. 'eaXCUSE ME GUYS....HEY GUYS!' Keep walking, we don't hear anything, it's the wind. He turns around and goes back to his car. heh. Get downtown, see some buddies, get a poutine, go to the bus stop. Waiting at the bus stop, 15 cruisers pull up. I walk over to see whats going on. Bad Idea. I heard that someone stole something from mcdonalds. I see one black guy with 6-8 cops kneeling on his back. No one else is around. So, being with 2 of my friends, I presume falsely that I may have some rights, and I ask 'Why are there so many police for only one guy?'
'WHAT'D YOU SAY?!?!?! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!! YOU'RE NOT GOING FAST ENOUGH!!!! THATS IT ASSHOLE!!'
and they rush me. I never swore, struggled, or was disrespectful. I was backing up when they told me to leave, and i had my hands in the air. I have bruises and abrasions all over my back from their elbows, my arm has a huge hand BRUISE from that jerk. Sitting in the cruiser the cop doesn't let up on the abuse, just switches it up to verbal : 'WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FUCKING PRICK!' 'SHUT THE HELL UP FUCKING JERK! I SAID STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE!' ...I was shocked at how I was treated. As hes going through my bag, im handcuffed on the back of the cruiser, and I look up as a Citizen reporter is taking my picture....fuck. Turns out it wasn't a mcdonalds theft, it was a stabbing. My bad. So I ask this cop to keep this guy from taking my picture, because I didn't have shit to do with anything. He says that he can take any picture he wants. Damn it. The cop finds a dime bag on me. Calls my dad, Lies to my dad about what happened, confusing my incident with another black bystander who was the defiant one. So i got in shit, had to start paying rent at home. My ring finger got broken, my knees are fucked, and my shin is rubbed raw, not to mention my wrists after being in handcuffs for 3 hrs.
That was my friday night.
One of the elbow marks is right on my spine, and every time I bend over, it splits open causing horrible pain...and My job is to lift stuff in a stockroom. I had to clean out 100 air conditioners today. Fuck it was a brutal day.
thats about it.
â€œChaos often breeds life, when order breeds habitâ€?
Activism without chaos? or Chaos without activism?
'The problem with today's youth is not that our fathers don't believe in us, but that we do not believe in our fathers.' - Me.