This is very close to my old apartment on Carpenter. I no longer live there. It was such an awful, dreary place, but we were young. It was our first year at UIC. My best friend Chris and I shared the apartment, and we decided to have a party to start off the semester. We had at least 200 people, and the cops came. Chris and I went down to talk to these two women cops. These officers were probably in their 30s. They were kinda cute, but a little husky. They had that whole Carmella Soprano type thing going on. In the middle of a question they stopped because my friend Eric had walked up. He has a lot of tattoos–both arms are completely covered–and he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. Suddenly they didn’t care about the party at all–they were getting their nightsticks off, you could say, by looking at Eric. He’s pretty attractive and has a hot little body and they were just riveted by him. They took his arms–one each–and started asking all these questions about his tattoos. Then Chris asked them to join the party, but they said they couldn’t–they were on duty. But they asked Eric where he hangs out before they left.
