Continued from Last Post, and some other cool stuff too

So, thanks to my mom's scary ability to read text over my shoulder very quickly, I won't be bringing my computer. Owned. Instead, I'll just bring a voice recorder and type it down once I get my laptop back.

But that's boring compared to the news I'm about to disclose right now. There was a huge riot that went on in the Loop tonight that I was right in the middle of! At this time of night, gangs are usually out, and they were absolutely everywhere. It was a total flash crowd. They weren't buying anything, they were just looking around to see who they should pick a fight with. Suddenly, two groups on opposite sides of the street descend upon one another and start a huge brawl -- in the middle of the road! At first, it was just yelling, but it soon turned into fist fights, then chair throwing, then, before it could get to matters involving guns and knives, the police showed up. I had never been so happy -- or terrified -- in my life.

We had decided to go get ice cream, seeing as it was the last night I had in America before I left for 7 months, so we left our house and began walking down. Thankfully, we made the last minute decision of taking the dogs out for exercise. If it weren't for them, we would have been in significantly more trouble; for some reason the people there are absolutely terrified of dogs. Anyways, after the police showed up, they began yelling at everyone involved in the fight: "GET THE FUCK AGAINST THE WALL!" and "IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP OVER HERE, YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL!!" I totally felt bad for them; last year, some guy randomly shot a police officer in the Loop for no reason whatsoever. Thankfully, though, he was caught in Kansas City for a moving violation, of all things, and I haven't heard of him since. They named the street in front of the police station after him, and every time I walk down to the Loop I'm reminded of how careful one needs to be in a city with this high a crime rate. But no longer! Because we'll be in Paris, where the crime manifests itself differently: pickpocketers and expensive wines. Still, what a great way to remember America.

That was my side of the story, it you were there, I'd really like to hear yours. Comment on this post!