Part 2

Jim arrives and says he'll be Denzel's lawyer. The neighbors come over to tell what happened. The vegans protest that this isn't the way it should be done, and the Chief offers to put them in cells. They shut up a little.

The baseball bat and the beer bottle throwing were ruled self-defense, but public brawling is still against the law. 60 days, 30 days suspended sentence.

One of the buddies had run when the guns came out, but when he heard the sirens he figured it was better to fess up than to get chased, so he came back. 15 days, suspended sentence.

Denzel is a parolee and isn't allowed to possess firearms, though the shotgun is allowed. The pistol wasn't his, but he shouldn't have grabbed it. He also shouldn't have discharged the shotgun within the city limits, and he shouldn't have aimed it at anyone. 120 days, 60 days suspended, time off for good behavior.

The vegans: Trespass with the intent to commit a crime, assault with a deadly weapon (shooting back at Denzel), possession of stolen property (taking the gun with them), resisting arrest, disturbing the peace, inciting a riot, public endangerment, and I think there might have been a terrorism charge in there somewhere, too. The shortest sentence was two years.

Jim convinced the judge to give the guys two days to take their cars home and to tell their families and bosses that they'd be on vacations for the next several weeks. As the Chief left, he made sure to tell them, "When you show up at jail, make sure you empty your pockets and don't bring any contraband." Once the authorities were gone, Jim asked Denzel what he had in his pockets. "A couple of joints." "Idiot."

I assume that in this story about the investigation into the deaths of two horses on the set of the remake of My Friend Flicka, when they say "American Human Association" -- they really mean, "American Humane Association."

Love that story.

My family is so fine and upstanding it makes me cry.

My boss and I have unconversations frequently. We have one actual conversation on Monday about everything that's coming up in the next week, and after that we can usually get along entirely without nouns until the following Monday.

Crap, how much do I not want to go to class right now? Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. Approximately.

Oh. My.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the notion that there are wandering packs of militant vegans driving around searching for backyard barbeques to disrupt.

there are wandering packs of militant vegans driving around searching for backyard barbeques to disrupt

And they're probably expecting Jesse to write to them in prison.

God, my family suddenly seems so boring.

I think we now have twice as many college graduates as ex-cons, but when you factor in the mental illness and the psych ward drama... er, let me just say that we've learned not to ask where absent people are at the family Christmas.

there are wandering packs of militant vegans driving around searching for backyard barbeques to disrupt

In Utah we have to make our own fun.

my family is not unlike the Cleavers.

1 hour til the meeting and boss requests we get wine and beer. Thank dog that task did not fall to me. wakkos all of them.