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(103 votes) Published: Jan 18, 2008 8:17 a.m. In 1 Favorites Lists Viewed 698 times
T’was a warm, humid Tulsan night. I had just got off of the late shift at Sonic and was ready to go home and get some sleep. As I was walking out to wait on a ride, I saw two good friends of mine from school. I was thinking it was very strange to be out and about so early in the morning, So, I accosted them, and they revealed to me that they were going to play pool and smoke cigarettes until the sun came up, and asked if I would care to join them. Well, I thought long and hard about this… "Okay let’s go play some pool!"
After a few games, we were already getting bored. So, we went behind "Tweakers Palace" and were fucking around back there. We noticed that past the fence there was a housing subdivision under construction. We walked around, noticed that none of the doors were locked, got bored, and then went to play in the Albertsons (a grocery store) parking lot. So, after we were done playing, we were leaning up against a fence, and I said something along the lines of, "What have we done with our summer? We haven’t accomplished anything! We start school next week, what will we remember this summer by?" only it probably sounded a lot more stupid.
We contemplated on this subject for quite a while. The sun was going to come up soon, so we made a rash decision. (We were good at this back then.) We would steal the Tweakers Palace Cops! Well, for those of you who are not familiar with the Tweakers Palace Cops, they were life size mannequins of police officers located right by the door, much like those Cigar Indians, so that every time you walked in you always thought, "Holy-Fuckin-Shit-A-Cop! Oh, never mind." There was two of them, and two we intended to steal…
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We plotted out our plan. There was many flaws, but we were so toasted it did not even matter. One friend, (a girl) held our bags of perfume, shoes, and other shit, while my male friend and I walked calmly to the front doors. The other girl with the bags went back into the housing sub-division with our stuff. We reached for the door, my heart was beating like a great drum. We opened the door, and I thought I would have a heart attack. I held open the door while my male friend grabbed the fist cop he saw, drug it through the foyer-like area, and passed him onto me.There was only time to grab one, although we wanted both of them. We greatly underestimated his weight.
The owner of Tweakers palace was running after us. It was very awkward. I was holding on to his head/shoulder area, while my friend had his feet/stand area, as it was much heavier towards the bottom. (not to mention my male friend was a good foot and a half taller than I) We couldn’t run very well holding the figure. I looked behind me and noticed the owner getting into his truck and starting it, so, I made yet another rash decision and started to heave him over the fence into Albertsons parking lot.
The officer’s helmet cracked on impact with the asphalt. It was very disturbing, but we did not have the time to stop and weep. We picked him back up after we had jumped the fence, and continued on to the housing sub-division, and the whole way with the owner having to take the streets, because he couldn’t jump fences and get into alley-ways with his truck, of course.
We finally made it to the empty houses. We went to the second or third one we saw, and dumped the officer in a closet that was under stairs. My male friend was so overcome with anxiety; he began to piss on the wall near where a fire-place was being built. I ignored this. I was busy attending to the broken helmet. It was far beyond repair. I began to think, "Ohmigawd, where is our female friend?" Fuck, we couldn’t find her. The owner was out and about looking for us two, and she was around at night by herself. This was before any of us had money for cell phones. We made another decision, this one not-so-rash. We would have to leave the cop here, go find our friend, get to the safe-house, and come back and get the cop tomorrow morning. We said goodbye to our new friend and left the house.
After we located our female friend cowering behind some bushes and shit with our stuff, we headed towards the safe-house, the safe-house which was well over a mile away, and required crossing two main roads on foot. It was daring, but had to be done. So, off we went.
We came to our first busy street to cross. Sheridan. We looked left and right, but due to the ghetto apartment complex on one side, and Club Rumors on our other, we couldn’t see. So we made a mad dash. We didn’t think any REAL cop or pool hall owner had seen us, but we couldn’t have been too careful. So we stopped in the ditch, which you couldn’t see into because of branches and shit, we smoked the rest of our bud, so that way it was one less illegal thing. So, once we were good and stoned, we pushed the pipe into the dirt and continued along our way. It seemed like we walked forever, probably because we had to hide every time we saw a cop. We crossed the second main street, (21st) without any problems, and eventually made it to the safe house.
After a restless night at the safe-house, we went back to get our new friend out of there. We realized it is a lot harder to sneak around during the day. We reached for the door, my heart was beating like a great drum. We opened the door, and I thought I would have a heart attack. It swung wide open, and our hearts dropped. He was gone. That simple. It had to be one of the Mexican workers. Damn You!!! We counted our losses, and returned home empty handed, and still smelling like sonic burgers.
Jan 31, 2008 8:09 am - well, it was really called billards palace. it was just a pool hall with like, a card room, a bar, like a snack bar or something, arcade games and shit... it was open 24/7 and all the tweakers hung out there. its closed down now because of gambling problems (tulsa is in the bible belt i guess. :D )
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