So my neighbor got arrested last night.
Yup, just like that.
I’m sitting in my room, about five minutes into the movie Paper Moon, when my roommate walks in and tells me that they’re arresting someone outside.
WHAT?!? This kind of drama is every writer’s dream and I’d nearly missed it happening right outside my own building.
I ended up only watching for about half an hour before going to bed, disappointed and feeling cheated that there wasn’t more drama.
Now that I think about it, I guess I was expecting some sort of big movie-style storming of the gates or maybe a little bit of a Rodney King repeat.
But no. The El Cajon Police had to go and be all respectful. Respectful of the suspect’s rights (though one cop did get in his face and shout at him a bit, and yes, I took a picture), respectful of sleeping residents (hence the lack of sirens despite the 3 squad cars and one pimped out suburban at the scene), even respectful of each other (“No, you go ahead and put him in the car. You know you want to”).
So yeah, I have nothing else to add to this story. I’m hitting up my contacts to see if I can figure out what went down, but so far nothing. I’ve gotten a bit rusty with my journalism skills.
See the difference (generally, if you’re a good and decent reporter) between a journalist and a writer is a journalist can’t make things up (we’re bound by an unspoken code of ethics) and a writer… Well, a writer’s only limits is his or her imagination.
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