crowbar wars

last night, i was a little drunk and looking out my window.  i saw some guy who was either really drunk or on a lot of drugs.  he was pulling handles on car doors on the guilford street bridge, trying to get into one.  so naturally, i grabbed my crowbar and ran outside.  i walked on the sidewalk glass carefully so as not to attract any unwanted attention, although in retrospect, a shirtless white kid walking down the guilford street bridge at 4:30 am with a crowbar is going to attract some attention either way.  i approached the guy, who by this time had called a friend who arrived just ahead of me on a bike.  decision time.  one guy is not so bad, two guys could be a problem.  thats when macho stuff happens.  the dude was rifling through the care pretty openly, so i walked up with the crowbar and asked, "hey is that your car?"  he replied, "is it yours?" i said, "no but i think it belongs to a friend of mine." i tried to have a slight smile and all-knowing eyes, but i probably came off as a smug idiot with a metal weapon.  the other guy didn't speak, but the one talking was clearly fucked up.  i sized up my options and he said, "ok well if it isn't your car, then what the fuck are you doing?" i replied, "good point, i'll go get my friend then and he'll come out here."  i turned around and walked dejectedly back to my building.  for some reason i didn't think that they might have had a gun, and they probably didnt, so theres always that.  what was i going to do anyway? hit someone with a crowbar?  what a terrible idea.  

anyway, i got back inside and called the police even though the guys were gone. i just wanted to see what would happen.  almost immediately, an undercover in a toyota truck pulled up, searched the open car and left.  then three marked cop cars came up and about 25 old cops tumbled out of those three cars, flashlights blazing.  they searched the car for about a half hour (literally) and the street as well.  it was an entertaining end to my night.