Fugitive.

So the news follows me sometimes. I don't know that this is interesting to news outlets like that Ben Bridge robbery, but police searched Mercedes-Benz today because they were chasing a fugitive. Here are some photos:

Rant.

Police Paradox

A kid on a bike is chased down by police. He crashes, picks up his bike and runs off into campus. The cop speeds off to cut him off at the pass. Now I'm stuck. I have three options.

One: Run after the guy tackle him/watch where he's going.
Two: Run after the guy and let him know where a goo place to hide is.
Three: Do nothing.

I, regretfully, opted for option three. I did come to my senses and begin running after him. I searched for a good half hour for the guy (the police were too) wanting to find him and offer my services as a decoy or to change clothes so he wouldn't get caught, or even just to take his bike so he wouldn't be so obviously "that guy in shorts on the bike". What I noticed was that not 5 minutes after I saw him ride into campus did I see two or three other bikers that were,'t there before sort of just riding around. And if that wasn't planned it was damned lucky. Which leads me to a point Alex will love.

Community On Call Decoys

Essentially you have a local group of activists. You bring them together and come up with a plan. A plan like this: If you're ever chased by police just text the group with the code word and a description of the clothes you're wearing. That group maybe 5 or six will the immediately don similar but not exact clothing and walk/ride around. Also when it's all over you can say you COCD (pronounced "Cocked") the police.

USPS Conspiracy

Fuck USPS. So I live in the dorms. And for whatever reason, USPS refuses to deliver to the dorms. All other carriers do. I call Bullshit. Wanna know why? There's a goddamned post office with PO Boxes up the street. So if you want your packages to get to you (say, from Amazon or Ebay), you're forced to buy a PO Box. Bullshit. It's a scheme and it's fucked up.

The Department of Homeland Security

Yep, that's right. The United States Department of Homeland Security has taken an interest in yours truly. I was visited only yesterday by a man by the name of Detective B. Voyles. I am supremely interested in the fact that they are interested in me. In fact I wonder how me leaving town looks. Oh the joys of not knowing in you're being watched or if you're just a paranoid of Big Brother.

Time will tell Kiddies! My next adventure is requesting my file from whatever department has it. Huzzah!

I was caught by the police.

I shit you not. I was out exploring the Black Mountain Industrial Center when security evidently thought we were up to no good. They pulled over and told us not to take any pictures of certain buildings. And, indeed, I promised not to.

We left a note on the truck with my phone number and the reason we were there.

Thirty minutes or so later my phone registers a voicemail:

"Hello Daniel, this is Officer Seigel with the Las Vegas metropolitan police Department. We're out here at the industrial park uh, possibly near your Nissan pickup truck and we need to talk to you. You're not in any kinda trouble we just need to make sure nothing uh, odd is going on. So please come back and talk to us, we'll be next to your car. Thank you, bye."

Once we were with the police, the great slew of questions began. Three cruisers and two security vehicles were eventually to show up. Question after question was asked. It was almost like we were hanging out at some points. We made jokes. They made jokes. They told us that they seriously considered that we might be terrorists at one point.

Highlights
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Officer: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
Me: No.
Officer: You're boring.
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*alarm goes off in distance*
Me: We swear to god that's not us.
Officer: *laughs*
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In the end I came home with a Slurpee and a good story. the only bad thing is that my dad was awakened because they needed to verify that he knew I had the truck.