Sunday, March 26, 2006

Death Cab for Angie

After a night of carousing with some friends in Wicker Park Saturday night, a fellow Southside friend and I shared a cab home.

About two blocks into the ride, we ran into a melee spilling out of Paje onto Milwaukee Avenue. Our cab was stuck in a sea of patrons who apparently had too much Kool-Aid at this Southern-themed restaurant/club, and decided to start beating the shit out of one another.

"What is this bitch doing in the middle of the street? This meter is running. Fuck! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING STREET!"

My belligerent friend who I guess has seen Boyz in the the Hood one too many times, was not digging the hold-up. I had no where to go, and was kind of enjoying the riot so I listened to her tirade of expletives, giggling here and there.

Until I realized our window was down.

"Uh, Janel you might want to shut up." I said. Our cabbie was laughing his ass off.

"Fuck that. If this is the way I have to go down, then this is how I gotta go da-hownnn!" she said flailing about next to me.

Thankfully the cab got through and we were on our way. As the cab headed down Milwaukee, Janel and the cabbie were debating the merits of various killing methods. Somehow my friend morphed into Ice T during the course of the night.

"Shit, shooting is nothing. You don't even have to get close! Now stabbing, stabbing is something," she said.

The cab driver, probably reaching for his machete in the glove compartment heartily agreed.

5 comments:

Iwanski said...

Stories like that make me glad I live in the city.

I loved the line about Ice T, by the way.

SuburbanMom said...

I can report, I did not run into any of those problems on the North side - whew! What's up with IceT, I'm surprised she didn't jump out!

Anonymous said...

Now stabbing, stabbing is something. Wow, that is some funny shit!

Nikki said...

I am glad to see you both made it through the riot safely. Luckily Janel left her piece at home Saturday night.

t2ed said...

What do you think this is the Army, where you shoot 'em a mile away? You've gotta get up close like this and bada-bing. you blow their brains all over your nice Ivy League suit.

--Sonny Corleone in The Godfather