It’s Saturday afternoon (2:30pm), I’m walking home from Band practice. So I am carrying my bass in a case on my back and have my amp in this water-proof laundry bag and carrying it in my hand.
I’m 1/2 a block from my place.. i hear a siren.. i turn a there’s a cop car. I don’t pay any mind and walk on. The Siren goes off again. I turn around and i see the cop in the cop car waving at me to come over. I’m on the side walk and there is like a foot of snow i’d have to walk through to get to him. I point to the snow and say “What?” He gets out the the car and walks over to me.
“What’s in the bag?” he says. “An Amp... it goes with the bass on my back” I tell him. He says “I figured that” and went on to tell me that robbers often use these same bags. (I make a note to let Taget know). And it goes on...
Cop: “where are you coming from?”
SB: “From The Old School of Folk Music”
C: “You walked that far?”
C: “You play bass, in a band?”
S: “it’s something I’m working on”
C: “Your listening to your I-Pod.”
C: “can i see your license?”
S: “Here” I pull it out and give it to him.
C: “Where do you live?”
S: I point to my building. “Right There”
C: “Your license says Winchester?”
S: “I just moved”
C: “Hold on”
At this point he gets in his car and I’m standing on the sidewalk. Oh, it’s 19 degrees out.
10 minutes later (he’s been writing something, I figure he’s writing some kind of ticket to get my license updated) he gets out and comes back over.
Cop: “are you a student?”
SB: “ahh.. no. I work”
So I tell him and more questions come “what do you do there, Where is it? That’s far, do you dive to work?” On and on he went. He’s writing all this down. (odd?)
Cop: “What’s your birthday? I forgot to write it down”
He has my license, it’s on there. So I tell him, then he goes on “What was your old address?” So now I’m getting it... he thinks its a fake license!
Being 28 forever has it’s draw backs. (I was just telling Joe, not two weeks ago, in a few years it'll be time to move and start over again.. people are starting to question)
C: “What’s your phone number?”
S: “I don’t have a land line.”
Man.. this is getting strange! More questions...
S: “Hey!, I’m not some punk kid.” ( I'm a TEEN BABE FROM SPACE! I kept that to myself )
C: "you look young... "
S: "What is this all about!?"
C: “Um.. I just have to fill out this card so my boss knows I was working.”
S: “WHAT?” (I was pissed but one thing you don’t do is piss of someone with a gun, and for sure if that person is a Chicago Cop!)
After 20 minutes of this the cop says thanks a gives me back my license and walks back to his car.
S: “From now on if you see me walking the streets, Leave me ALONE!”
C: “Hey.. it’s good to have a goal.” (talking about me playing bass) he says as he gets into to car.
the cop drives away...
I know.. what the hell is that all about?