by Kevin L. Hoover Monday, January 28 7:38 a.m. 2:05 p.m. There was some telephone back-and-forth between a marijuana clinic and an individual. Everyone was advised to cool out. 3:01 p.m. A hysterical call came in from Western Avenue, with the caller reporting that people all hopped up on marijuana and methamphetamine were going to … Continue reading “The Man’s keeping us (hic) down!”
by Kevin L. Hoover
Monday, January 28 7:38 a.m. 2:05 p.m. There was some telephone back-and-forth between a marijuana clinic and an individual. Everyone was advised to cool out.
3:01 p.m. A hysterical call came in from Western Avenue, with the caller reporting that people all hopped up on marijuana and methamphetamine were going to try to run him over as he blocked their vehicle from leaving the scene. The line then went dead. Police found a more or less routine landlord/tenant dispute; not the dire druggie-drivey sitch earlier described.
10:25 p.m. Wanted on warrants
He scrammed when he saw police
Chased down, cuffed; look – pot!
Tuesday, January 29 9 a.m. A young man out on a sprainting spree, clad in a classic 21st Century hood uniform including the mandatory sweatshirt and identity-concealing hood, vandalized the Ninth and G phone booth and marked the PG&E box there. In this case, they actually snagged the little creepy crawly. Sure, he denied it at first, then admitted and erased the ugliness. Now he’s on file and effectively neutered as a graffiti tagger.
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