i'm so tired. had to leave work early due to the 12 hour day i put in yesterday. met jon for lunch and went promptly to bed until 3:30. had to rest up for the ride to the ocean. i really need to get out and take some pictures of the scoots for the ol' website since it's so nice outside and all. the weather has been so beautiful that i don't really have time to post. all i want to do is ride ride ride! that and work on a little redesign. this site is bland land.

so having scooters requires the use of our non-functioning garage here. basically you could maybe fit a mini in it. definitely one of the old fiats. probably even a horse and buggy. but people tend to park in front of it because they assume no one else comes in and out of the garage. either someone parks in the driveway, smack up against the door, or they parallel park and block the actual entrance. we all give a little, take a little. however, having your bright yellow volkswagon beetle with florida plates parked there all night and all day warrants a little action.

i first must say that i'm probably already marked by the thugs in the area. they've all seen me, made their cat calls (insert: "does that thing have power steering", "make it clap", "beep beep back that thing up", "blah blah blah j-lo"), they've all seen me on my scooter (insert: "put it in neutral", "do you know how to ride that thing") they've seen my badonkadonk on the scooter pulling into the garage that is rarely used. marked i am.

so today i decide that it's not cool for the random crayola yellow, smelling of gators and swamps, volkswagon to block my path out of the garage. i call the department of transportation to see how i get this vehicle out of sight. i give them all my information, they ask me if i want the vehicle cited or towed. "both" i say....i was feeling powerful. so not ten minutes later the little 3 wheeled cop cart shows up, and interceptor II i believe, the guy asks me to go outside and talk to him. the ever present homey g's are gathered in their corner watching all the while. the mobo-cop asks me if that's the correct car and asks me to open my garage. so here's where i'm fucked. the homies see my with my oh so non-descript hair and brightly colored sweater talking to this cop opening and closing the garage door and going back into the apartment. one of the dudes comes across the street and is talking to the cop, then suddenly screaming at our building "SUSAN!!! they're gonna tow your car sweatheart!" now mind you, one of the tenants of our builiding is on "the inside". by that i mean he hangs out in the pj's from time to time. buys his weed there or whatever. even if it wasn't the car of someone he knows, it's the car of someone in our building who knows the g's. i've seen them. they beat each other's asses for fun. i really hope i'm not inviting danger. the icing on the cake is that they also saw jon and i leave on the scooters shortly thereafter. i'm probably being highly paranoid, but i can't help but be a little worried. i know i had a good reason for having the car towed and jesus christ is it so hard to put a sign up in your own building "if you need the garage or driveway let me know". the shitty thing was, they could have easily moved it into an open spot multiple times that day. there was really no excuse. but try reasoning that to people who have been shooting each other out of boredom lately.