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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Funky Fresno

Ok, first of all, have you ever seen garage sale balloons? It sure beats those crappy cardboard signs! We spent the weekend down in Visalia visiting with Ryan's family and friends. His mom, Debi, is the queen of yard sales. She has such an eye for the good stuff. As we were driving around Saturday morning, we saw this truck advertising a yard sale. None of us had ever seen advertising quite like this before.


On our way home Monday evening, we decided to stop in Fresno for some gas and a little grub. Ryan was craving pizza and we found this hole in the wall called Hungry Howie's Pizza. There were two tables in the "restaurant" so we assumed that most people got their pies to go. Not us. We decided to take a seat and enjoy our food. About halfway into our meal, I saw a guy sprawled out on some grass in the strip mall parking lot. He was a rather large guy, wearing a maroon sports jersey, jeans and at some point his shoes had come off. He was on the ground, rolling back and forth, yelling. Every once in awhile he'd shove his face into the grass. I pointed it out to Ryan and we tried to figure out what was going on. No one was around him and he didn't appear to be hurt in any way. We got up and walked out to get a better view. A lady who had just ordered some pizza to go was outside and talking about how people now days just stand around and watch what's going on, they "don't do nothing." Yeah lady, no joke! Who knows what this guy has on him! Neither Ryan nor I were about to get any closer to this guy. She walked over to him, but did she get close enough to "help"? No. I think when she realized that the guy was a little 51/50, she didn't want to be superwoman anymore. One of the pizza delivery dudes had just come back and he walked over to the the roly poly man with a phone to his ear. I think he was actually the one summoning the black and whites to get over there. A helicopter flew over head too. About that point, I looked at the traffic going by and noticed there was a brown sedan of sorts in the middle of the lane, door open and no one inside. Cars were going around it. I went back inside the hole to watch the action from the inside. The cops showed up in droves, seriously, about 7 cop cars showed up - all for this one guy. Someone thought he was having 'Nam flashbacks. He didn't look old enough to me to have served in Vietnam. Portly delivery dude came back in and said that this guy was yelling and screaming obscenities. Of course he didn't use a big word like that, no, he told us the words he was saying. The police were able to restrain the guy while he was still on the ground and some how word got to us that he was on PCP and had seriously just flipped out. His car was the one in the road and it seemed that he had just screeched the brakes (Ryan said he remembered hearing brakes), opened the car, ran out and over into the grassy knoll of the ghetto strip mall and started going nuts on the ground. If you look closely in the picture below, you can see the jersey clad guy on the ground. Heck, we didn't even have to rubberneck for this one. We had front row seats.


4 comments:

garcias said...

I am still waiting to find the end of the story, was the pizza any good in the hole?

Sally said...

Dinner and a show!

Trent and Amber said...

that's crazy! glad you didn't go try and "help" him... :) I would love to take some pics of your baby girl when she comes. Like I told Dagny, worst case: we don't get any good pics at all, but even a few good ones are worth trying for. Just let me know! Her baby was 6 days old, I did my Megan at 2 weeks old. Whenever you want! It's best when they still sleep so much though b/c for some reason 'awake babies' don't photograph so well! Good luck with everything and here's to hoping she comes any day now! :)

Will Rhea said...

I have seen it up close and personal, an individual on PCP. I was on a police ride along with my uncle when he and a boat load of cops responded to a PCP call. The guy was violent, stronger than Hercules, even though he was all of 5'6" tall and weighed about 100 lbs. He seemed immune to pain. The police had to literally beat him to within an inch of his life to subdue him and keep him from killing his girlfriend. Several of the cops were badly hurt, too.

It's not Christian of me I know, but they ought to just shoot them!