White Trash Part 2

It's amazing how a mundane task can send you into a spiral of events that find you as a witness to an assault. This morning something as ordinary and boring as mailing a letter, in fact I was doing just that, threw me into a strange universe of events that lead to me watching a neighbor get his ass kicked.

Here I was mailing my speeding ticket to Colfax County. I had just surrendered my rights to a fair trial, and the prosecutorial obligation to prove me guilty beyond a reason of a doubt with it. As I dropped my freedom into the mailbox a patrol car drove by, on the wrong side of the road, with the officer hanging out of the window. I thought to myself, “This looks promising.” Quite honestly I have being feeling a little bored, and welcomed open armed a little bit of excitement. The officer drove down the street then stopped. An older woman walked out to the Patrol car and then pointed in my direction. I thought to myself, “Good God she's pointing at me, RUN!” Then my rationale came back, and I looked over my shoulder to my neighbor's front steps. There were two men talking. The younger of the two was standing and wearing a large back pack. The other was an older gentleman sitting. Then 3 more officer's arrive. Two patrol cars and one officer on a motorcycle. Now this is interesting. As I watched these three vehicles interact their operator's sharing some secret of crime or passion the original officer is escorting a handcuffed individual to her patrol car. I will admit a slight sense of disappointment. One of the officer's in the group of three rolled down his window, the gentleman with the backpack walks towards the vehicle. I can't hear what is being said, but it does not seem to shock anyone who can hear it, so it's probably not worth hearing.

The officer's begin to pull away when I notice the two men are both holding onto something. The younger gentleman is still standing and the older gentleman is still sitting, but both men are pulling on something that the younger man seems to be wanting. The suddenly the younger man bursts forth with a flurry of punches striking the older man in the face. He stands up, the younger man wraps his arm around the older man and drives his knee into his stomach. The older man throws an open palm out into the face of the younger man then stumbles, to the best of his ability, down the sidewalk away from the younger man. The older man has blood down the right side of his t-shirt. The police also notice this sudden scuffle and re-route their exit to intervene. But all in all everyone went to jail, and it is once again a quiet neighborhood here in Downtown Lincoln.

But a series of events lead to my peeping curiosity. First the police officer driving on the wrong side of the road hanging out of the window. Then the handcuffed man being escorted to the car, then the arrival of three additional officers, then noticing that the two men were quietly and indicrimantly wrestling between each other with something in their hands.