DAVID'S PLACE:

Gus us rolled up to the curb of the first floor apartment at the dilapidated three story building located in Chicago's west side ghetto. He immediately saw the problem. Down the dimly lit pathway by the front door were two screaming African American males. One was a young gang banger,maybe a Crypt, considering his dress and hair. His body was coiled with a closed fist and he was ready to attack the guy who stood a few feet away. The older dude was a broken down, skinny, and and had a long, wiry beard. He most likely was a junkie from his appearance. He looked like no match for this raging bull. He jumped out of his unmarked car and started running quickly towards the men as he screamed into his radio "4212 S. Troop. Officer needs assistance." He felt this was going to get very violent. It did with the kid punching the old man square in the face knocking him down. Gus barked at the men "police. stop." The younger guy looked at Gus and ignored h...

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There ought to be a law against people who use a Starbucks bathroom, flush the toilet, turn on the hand blower, and then do not immediately open the door and leave. It’s so tormenting for Starbucks bathroom users who stand outside the bathroom door listening for the flush and hand drier to sound thinking they will be able to get in and relieve themselves. Just the other day I stopped at a favorite Starbucks which is in the center of Chicago. I had a fierce urge to urinate. My seventy three year old bladder was bursting from driving my Uber for too long a stretch. I entered and looked at the single bathroom door and there was no one waiting to go in. Relief. I felt happy but only for a few seconds. Then, I turned the handle of the door and it was locked. “Crap,” I mumbled quietly. I started swaying nervously waiting to hear the toilet flush. It did. Than, the hand blower started blowing. Those are the sure signs that the pers...