about 30 feet away was a homeless couple -- one of the more recognizable in the hillside -- i'm sure you've seen them. they were playing with a mangy-looking cat when we sat down.
"i thought that was a squirrel," jcrew said.
the cat, too, is familiar to me. my hillside my home, and all that.
more chatter, our mutual acquaintance leaves for a weekend in wisconsin and jcrew and i continue to jabber. we see a pregnant woman running down the street, fetus bouncing.
"gross," jcrew says.
"i think i just got pregnant looking at her," i say.
two police cars come urking to a stop near the couple. one pulls up on the sidewalk, the other screeches to a stop inches from the first car's bumper.
we see our mutual acquaintance walking toward us. she'd been gone for at least five minutes.
"did you guys see that?" she asks.
"that domestic going on like 10 feet away?"
we shake our heads.
"when we drove away, that couple was totally beating the crap out of each other."
"wha?" i say.
"and you two ...." here she makes the universal sign for chatting with her hands has mini jcrew and pista puppets.
our mutual acquaintance was the one who called 911.
this cracks me up. i'd actually like to see the whole scene on video. jcrew and i all caught up in our own little blah blah blahler lands and behind us, rocky X: hillside brawl and a mangy cat. legs flailing. punches thrown ...
it's so ... naked gun.
the last time is saw these two they were laying in my front yard in a pile of snow. they seemed a little drunk.
"why'd you cheat on me?" the woman asked, rolling on top of the man.
"(indiscernable grumbling)," said the man.
"you cheated on me," the woman accused.
this pillow talk went on for much of the afternoon.