  urlLink I originally wrote this post talking about the various places I went to and what I did this weekend. I also had a drug-related picture instead of this one. Looking over it now I realize that the entry was fairly dull, so it has been deleted. The picture was inappropriate as well so it has been replaced with this one. This picture has no relevance to the topic at hand, I just like it and I was looking for a way to incorporate it into this website.
Regarding the weekend, I can safely say that I didn't eat enough but I drank plenty. I didn't sleep enough but I did do a fair amount of illicit narcotics. I went to several places with many different people but I didn't really have that much fun. I think that what I saw today was much more significant than what I did over the past few days. I was on my way downstairs to see the super of my building this afternoon. I turned down the hallway to her place and I saw that she was busy speaking with two men. She asked me to give her a minute. I noticed right away that their choice of attire was somewhat odd considering that they were not wearing blue uniforms. They were both wearing bulletproof vests. One was wearing a loose fitting jacket of some sort over his, the other was not. I went up a flight of stairs to the entrance of the building and waited for her to finish her business. The two men left shortly thereafter, they did not look at me as they passed. I had the conversation with the super that I needed to have and I asked her what was up with the two guys in the bulletproof vests.
I immediately remember thinking that I shouldn't have brought it up. She told me that she worked with them, this triggered a memory from last weekend. I left a party last Saturday night and came home. I think I was drinking a beer in the stairwell and talking on the phone when my superintendent came up and waved for me to come with her.
I got off the phone and went to her place, she was there with her 'cousin' from New York. She rolled a joint, I grabbed some beers from my place and I hung out with them for a bit. At this point in the evening I was completely fucked. I had just ingested a good dose of PCP, I hadn't slept the night before and I had been up drinking and doing drugs all day. I didn't say I was on PCP, I said I was on E, which to me didn't seem like a big deal at all considering I was blazing with them.
PCP tends to arouse feelings of dread in most people, myself included. It also makes simple tasks such as conversation very confusing, which is why I wasn't even sure if she had said what I thought she said. Today's chance encounter reminded me and confirmed it at the same time. She works for Interpol. This is an excerpt from their website. "Interpol is the largest international police organization in the world. It was set up in 1923 to facilitate cross-border criminal police cooperation and today has 181 member countries spread over five continents. It supports and assists all organizations, authorities and services whose mission is to prevent or combat international crime. " I find this entire situation unsettling. What is the reason for an Interpol agent, or whatever she is, to be in my building? Why is she working as the superintendent for a cheap building when she works for the world's largest international police force?
She doesn't speak English, only Spanish and French as far as I know, and her apartment has next to nothing in it, as though she hasn't taken the time to settle in. I'm wondering who or what she's looking for or who she's watching. I'm wondering how dangerous my neighbors might be. I know there's some shady people living here but I'm curious what they'd have to be doing to attract the attention of Interpol. Strange things are definitely going on. I think it's best for me to mind my own business. One last thing, I find it very amusing that spellcheck suggests that 'PCP' be replaced with the word 'Pacify'. 
