Me and a few other guys stopped down at the Omaha Girls & Boys Club today to hang out with some of the inner city kids. It was a nice way to spend an extended lunch break. It's a nice facility with computer labs, a wood floored gym, swimming pool, activity areas inside and out, etc.
These kids were great. They asked us for our autographs, held our hands as they walked us around and toured the facilities, and generally ate up the attetion the boys in blue gave 'em. Odds are I'll see at least a few of them under different circumstances as they put on a few years, but we can hold out hope for the best, right?
So what's the very first thing I observe after leaving the Club? A guy with his d*ck out, pissing in an alley downtown.
I jumped from my car and approached him to make my inquiry.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell's it look like I'm doing? I'm pissin'!"
"Couldn't you have found a better place to piss?"
had to piss!"
need to see your ID - you're under arrest."
A few moments later I patted him down and found rock cocaine and a crack pipe in his pants.
As a result of the arrest, he's violated his federal parole for a 1999 bank robbery here in town and is going back to the penitentiary.
Talk about experiences on extreme ends of the spectrum, huh.