The Strange Occurrence

Once upon a dark and dreary night, I was walking home from the local bar, having downed something around seven or eight shots of Jack Daniels, I could not tell where I was. Wobbling back and forth on a dark, damp sidewalk, I slapped my self several times, then could see somewhat better. With most things less blurry, I pressed on to my home just a few block down the road. staring down the street and the tall bright street lamps and the apartments that looked like they went on forever. I saw a familiar face. It was under a hood, and at first I thought that I was imagining things, but it was him.
Joe Brickelstien, he was about six foot one, and had a very harsh protruding nose. His eyes were black, and always wide open, as if someone had scared him shittless. The jaw on the man was more protruding then the nose, all together he looked like a neanderthal. Stepping fast he moved toward a dark, rundown, building. I had walked past this place for years and never seen anyone go in or come out. Never a car parked, or a light on. So I decided to follow him. At first he did not notice me, until, I stepped into a puddle. He stopped, I stopped. As if time had frozen, we both stood there what felt like an eternity. Slowly he turned his head. I started to walk down the street. Slowly turning back, Joe, quickened his pase and jolted up the stairs of the building and rushed through the door.
Slowly I walked into through the broken gated yard. There was an old tricycle lying on it's side. I thought that maybe the child that left it missed it. Pressing on, I look up at the building. It was two stories high and all of the dark blue paint was peeling off. As I walked up the stairs, I heard and felt each one give under my feet. One of them creaked. I froze. Then moved on. Slowly approaching the door, I stared at the knocker. It was a Lion's head knocker, with the ring in it's mouth. I grabbed, and knocked three times.
I heard slow foot steps from inside the house. They came closer and closer, until finally the door creaked open and the neanderthalic man was staring at me. "What do you want", he said. His voice was deep, like Darth Vader. "You will leave now, or you'll get a punch'en." His broken English, and made up words would always make me laugh, but not know. If I would not have left, he might have killed me.
He did not recognize me so I slowly stepped off of the porch and wobbled back into the street. after about twenty steps, I passed out. Waking up many hours later. A small boy was poking me with a stick, asking If I was Dead. I told him to shoo off, he ran down the street, like a jaguar after his prey. Wandering back up the street toward the abandoned building, my headache finally kicked in. I saw flashing lights, blue and red. There were a lot of men in black and blue uniforms, and a few in suits.
Running up, I saw that it was a brigade of police cars and a few detective's cars. As I ran up one of the officers, Shawn Brickaughlen, stopped me and I asked him about what had happen. He said that someone had been murdered. A young man, eighteen. I thought that it was going to be Joe, but that was the worst part about it. If it wasn't Joe, then he was the one that did it, the one that murdered the poor young man.


To Be Continued...

Jail House Now

As you can see here this is a mid-western jail house and jail. As you can see, there is one man in the jail, with a helmet on. The Mayor, the one in the suit with the slick black hair, and the sheriff, in the black commanders cap. To the right there is a plane, (from the Indiana Jones sets) and a car, (also from Indiana Jones). Inside is the key to the jail, water cooler for drinking and a desk, without a chair.

As you can see there is Billy Bob Brickton, (mayor) and Joe Brickelstien, (sheriff.

The Plane and car.

The man in the cage, for theft, indecent exposure, and assult and battery.

Finally the office, where there is a water cooler, (kinda hard to see) a key, adn a desk, (also hard to see.

Hole in One!!!

Did you see, even Legos are better at golf then you are. Just kidding. If you are Tiger Woods. I wish I could do that. Surprisingly it took longer then one try to get that. Legos are not good at golf either. That video was a lucky shot. To see more cool Lego guys do cool stuff check'em out at Http://www.youtube.com/thelegopanda