The Red Sky was a tattoo parlor across the street from our place in Tucson. Despite the proximity to the Red Sky, we had spent little time talking with each other.
Wednesday is the apprentice’s day off, so Tuesday evening was like shore leave. At closing time an apprentice, Shawn, and his friend needed to use the restroom, but bars pushed customers out the door.
The apprentice told his friend that the he knew a place that they could use to relieve themselves. The apprentice showed his friends the alley behind the tattoo parlor.
Unfortunately the alley was quite narrow, and the guys pissed on each others pant legs. This led to an argument of who pissed on whose pant legs.
A third friend showed up to try to get Shawn go home, but to no avail.
Shawn was the drunker of the two. Mickey, the neighbor across the street, and I were enjoying the absurdity of the situation. We listened until the threats to each other became more serious. It was all fun until the argument threatened to escalate to a higher level.
On this ocassion, the cops showed up promptly. As the police appoached, the closer-to-sober asked the other asked the other guy, “Are you going to tell them what we were arguing about or should I?”
The cops loaded the two guys into separate squad cars, with the hope that once the guys had a taste of the squad car that the would go home on their own volition. No such luck; the closer-to-sober left for home, but the other guy choose to attack the cops.
The cops had no choice, they had to arrest the guy. Once they had taken care of the drunk, one of cops brought a form over to me so that I could have him changed with disturbing the peace.