Sunday, January 24, 2010
Hallal Hallal Beer
I got a 50-dollar summons for having a $1.59 beer on the street at 7 in the morning after a long day/nights work. I deserved it. It wasn’t crack. I wasn’t carrying a weapon. I just, wanted a beer to sip on as I walked home and thought about the week I had just finished, and the week I was about to start. I was doing the Man-Walk. We all do I. I got a ticket.
I missed the court date for deep personal reasons and a warrant was issued for my arrest, two years ago, and I up until recently was a wanted man. I kept it secret, because I was embarrassed, but now that I have cleared up the issue and it’s like it never happened I could talk about it. I needed to save money for a lawyer and go turn myself in and meet a judge and explain myself, for which I did. I get out of things, it’s my thing.
For three years though I have been walking around, freaking out, dodging the police, not carrying a bag so I don’t get asked to go to one of those, “free to look in your bag tables in the subway”. I know, silly, but I had not cleared this up. I was afraid that I was never going to have the availability of opening my own bar, meeting my wife, dancing, getting a loan for a ride on lawn mower ect. Also I was afraid that the life I live/lead would be put t a stop. It has not, I’m free and clear, with no record. I am writing about it.
The moral of the story is. Hallal Hallal beering is a great thing, but drinking on the street is illegal, even if the beer is in a bag, and you’re white. It was a $750.00 beer in the end, but I have my freedom now and for a while I was scared I would not, because of a beer, because of the Man-Walk. I do the Man-Walk sitting down now. I just did it right now, and you’re reading it. Once again….Welcome to my world. It’s great. It’s interesting.
“Every man has his sidewalk dance.”