The story of how I became a ruthless criminal

that's right kids, it's story time!

or rather, it's the time for me to vent about a highly annoying, but somewhat humorous situation...

once upon a time...(like this morning) me and mike, and his younger cousin went down to USC... we roamed around happily for about three solid hours... then around lunchtime, we found this parking garage, about five stories high, and it had a wall with a 3 inch ledge every 3 feet up... with mulch at the bottom, which made for both fun climbing and fun drops. but it was not to be...

for when i was about half-way up the side, i looked down and to my horror and annoyance i saw a security officer pull off the road and get out... my initial reaction was to get down as fast as possible, so i jumped but was so perturbed by the security guard's rapid approach and grim visage that i kinda freaked and screwed up the roll and rolled onto my head...

luckily any pain or embarrassment that i might have otherwise felt at that moment was forgotten as the officer began interrogating us. she was a female and thereby trying humorously hard to be intimidating and professional "take your hands out of your pockets sir." haha... not meant in any kind of sexist way...it was just funny is all...i'm sure she's a wonderful person deep down...

but as we began to try to calm her down and explain what we were doing, FOUR OTHER COP CARS PULL UP!! so now we're surrounded by i think 6 officers...ready to taser the pants off us at a moments notice... once all her "backup" arrived, the woman was a little bit more civil...
so now i began giving an explanation of parkour, selling it as a discipline and emphasizing the fact that we were training. and mike is going for the "we're just having fun and we're really good kids and not vandals and yes everything your saying is right, so please don't arrest us"=)

haha....and then the situation was worsened by the fact that we weren't even students at USC and apparently we weren't even supposed to be on campus without an escort??? what. the. poo.

so they chewed us out for a while, and took down our names and birth dates and said we were on "campus probation" and couldn't be on campus without an "escort". so now USC is closed to us... which is tragic. because it really had some of the best pk spots in the city.

guh...it's exactly this "I'm a skateboarder, arrest me!" mentality that we try so hard to avoid...and they have to go freakin out on us like that. FIVE COP CARS! it was a new experience, i've never been surrounded by five cop cars before. come on guys! surely you have something more important to do! go arrest some druggies or J-walkers or something...it's USC, everybody else is stoned and high, and they come after the innocent Bible College Students...yeah i know...way to represent. aach....whatev.

mike and i consoled ourselves afterwards by imagining how incredibly easily we could have escaped if we had wanted to...
and how! mwahaha....

ok, i have sufficiently vented...

THE END

PS: mom, if you happen to read this, it's no biggie...really...:)

PSS: on a really really ridiculously random sidenote... i also happened to scrape my stomach climbing up a rail, and it's like a perfect bar-code! haha...