No, you know what? This reminds me - so, uh, something like this happened to *me* a couple years ago. I was walkin' home from Halloween...I was walkin' home from that big Halloween parade, you know, on Santa Monica?
It's, like, the biggest thing we got. There's like hundreds of thousands of people that go there every year, right?
Uh, I had just had a huge fight with my girlfriend at the time...
...you were - yeah. Absolutely. Uh, you were THERE, I walked home halfway with you.
And, I was dressed up like a pirate...
...I was walking home to Hollywood, and somebody had gotten shot in a nightclub. So there were about 10,000 cops rolled out along the streets like the Roman phalanx. Right?
So I walked down to the street where I live, and I see a buncha cops lined up there with their riot gear and all this other shit - the streets are all wide open, everybody's milling around, everybody's leaving for the night. The town's shutting down. Right?
So I walk down the street and I'm like, "Aw, man. Is this...is the road really closed?" And the cop goes, "TURN AROUND." And I was like, "Yeah, but I live - like, literally I can see my apartment..."
"...I mean, I live right on this street." 'Cause sometimes they shut down roads and if you live there, they let you through."
Right? He goes, "You're either goin' back the other way, or you're goin' to your knees."
And I was like, "Okay!" Like, I hesitated a little bit because I was annoyed all night, I was on tilt -
- you know? I was not makin' good decisions, but I was like, "You motherfucker!" The first thing I thought was, "I think I could get one good shot in on you. I see your baton...I don't see a giant assault rifle but if you..." And, dude, as SOON as that thought crossed my mind, he took TWO steps forward out of the ranks and reached for his fuckin' baton!
I swear to god, this is true. And I was like, "Okay! If that's what we're doing, alright!" Out of nowhere, this cop with, like, salt-and-pepper hair just goes - (imitates exasperated sigh) - walks kind of a little bit in front of me, and he goes, "I'm sorry, man. Could you just go around?" And I'm like, "Yeah! Sure. No problem."
So I walked like a mile out of the way to go home...
...but that was the experience! VERY different story if -- is this my fault? Yeah. Probably. I was being a jackass.