Thursday, August 19, 2010

kaszube's park






(The question tonight was: "Who'll blog their pictures first?" Dudes, I win! I WIN!)

Anyway, Alyssa organized an impromptu six pack tour tonight. The idea of six pack tours is this:
1. Get some beer (like, er, a six pack?)
2. Get your bike.
3. Ride.
4. Stop to drink beer at various hidden spots around the city.
5. Hope the cops don't bust you.

We almost thought we were going to get busted at Kaszube's Park, dark in the bowels of Jone's Island. It's a tiny triangle of park, the smallest park in the county. A security guard pulled up in an unmarked SUV and got out.

Those with beer cans hid beer cans.

The guard pointed to the scars on his arms and told us we need to be careful back there. He's seen his share of shit, up and around the mounds of street salt. He's had to shoo off Latin Kings and say nice things to Outlaws to get them to leave. He's seen men doing stuff to other men that the bible would take issue with.

We told him we'd go. He said come back sometime, to talk some more. He'd find us, tell us more stories. Tons of stories. More than he knows what to do with. None of them starting or ending happy, you'd imagine.

Then he escorted us out, making three separate stops to wait for us to catch up. Waved at us at each point.

1 comment:

Denise said...

hahaha! oh that chuck. i sure felt safe with his mighty three stop escort!