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Run My City: Las Vegas

General running information:
We normally run on sidewalks and sometimes on the shoulder of the road. On the Strip, run only on the sidewalk. You take your life into your own hands if you run on the road. Downtown (Fremont Street), stick to the sidewalk. There are some bike lanes, but they’re not used often and therefore not always respected by drivers. It's also technically illegal to run in a bike lane.
This guide is written for tourists by a local who lives on the west side of town and focuses exclusively on road running. It's not complete by any means, but a good start.
WeatheConditions:
Las Vegas is in a desert. There is limited shade, few clouds, and the sun is brutal. Always apply sunscreen and lip balm, wear a visor or sunglasses, and hydrate more often than at home.
Summers are hot, obviously, so you’ll want to run early, before 8 AM, or after dark. Due to the extreme heat, running in just a sports bra is fine, as is running shirtless for guys.
Winters bring large temperature swings. Daytime temps can be quite pleasant, and nights get downright cold. There is a monsoon season around springtime, but 99% of the time, you won’t have to worry about precipitation.
More important than the temperature is the humidity. There is none. You will sweat more and therefore need more water and more electrolytes than running at home. Bring water with you when you run, no matter where or how far you’re going.
Also note that Las Vegas is at approximately 2000 ft/600 m elevation. If you’re coming from a coastal area, you may see slightly slower times. If you’re coming from a mountainous area, enjoy the extra oxygen!
Safety:
Las Vegas is a city of tourists. Be aware of your surroundings and the people around you. The tourist areas are pretty well policed, but personal responsibility will reduce your likelihood of being a target. Avoid the northern end of Las Vegas Blvd, north of Neon Museum, and the area east of Atomic Liquors. Also, hydrate well after a night of drinking.
Running Groups:
Las Vegas Runners
Red Rock Running Company
Performance Footwear
Miscellaneous:
Weather forecast here
Strava Heatmap
Major Races
The Strip
Most folks stay on the Strip, so you can access this route from your doorstep. The route is simple: exit your hotel onto Las Vegas Blvd. Run either north or south on Las Vegas Blvd. The south end of the Strip is the Welcome to Las Vegas sign, just south of Mandalay Bay. Be extremely careful if you cross to the sign, as you’ll be going across four lanes of highly annoyed traffic. The north end is a toss-up between the Wynn and the Stratosphere hotels. The distance between the Las Vegas sign and the Stratosphere is approximately 7 miles, and you can turn around at any point.
If you get a late start or want to avoid the overpasses, head to Flamingo, then turn east. Run 1 mile east to the Howard Hughes Corporate Center. The area is low traffic, wide streets, grass and palm trees. Run north on Howard Hughes Parkway to Sands, then turn and run back to Flamingo, unless you’re done, then turn west on Sands to the Strip.
Continue east on Flamingo to Maryland Parkway. Head south on Maryland Parkway to run past the University of Nevada - Las Vegas campus. Feel free to veer off and run through the campus. There are plenty of winding paths. The athletic facilities, including a track, are on the west side of campus. I’m not sure about access to the track. Continue south to Tropicana or Russell and turn west to return to the Strip. If you went as far south as Russell, you’ll have to follow Paradise north, then Tropicana west to the Strip.
  • Start your run around 5 or 6 AM. By 10 AM, there won’t be room for you to run.
  • Run only on sidewalks, and please use the overpasses.
  • There’s plenty of busses, taxis and ubers to get you back to your hotel.
  • Fun fact: The Strip is not within the Las Vegas city limits.
Downtown
Downtown encompasses the Fremont Street entertainment district, the home of classic casinos and the world’s largest video screen; Fremont East, an area of recent renovation and hipster bars; the Arts District, an area with starving artists, secondhand stores, and a fun retro vibe; and Symphony Park, home to the Smith Center and the Frank Gehry-designed Lou Ruvo Brain Institute.
I haven’t personally run in this area, but here’s a potential 5-mile loop that takes you through the highlights. If you want to add mileage, extend south from Charleston on Casino Center into the heart of the Arts District. Turn onto Wyoming or Oakey and head back up Main Street to Charleston to resume the route. This extension isn’t the prettiest side of town but does pass by two fantastic ice cream shops.
  • If you want to run under the Vivavision (video screen), you’re probably fine to start any time before 3 PM. This area doesn’t really get crowded until dark and is pedestrians only.
  • Bike lanes are available downtown, painted green. Since they are only downtown, not all drivers are aware of them or respect them, so run cautiously.
  • There are quite a few homeless folks in the area. Usually harmless, but don’t be surprised at seeing them.
  • Fun fact: The Golden Gate is the oldest casino in Las Vegas.
City and County Parks
Sunset Park is just 5 miles east of Mandalay Bay. Run south on the Strip to Sunset Rd, then run east to Sunset Park itself. The park has miles of paved trails, both in a manicured park with playgrounds, basketball courts, etc., and in a more natural desert setting. Plenty of bathrooms (which may not have doors) and water fountains here.
Craig Ranch Regional Park/craig_ranch_regional_park.php) is in North Las Vegas and would require transportation from either of the tourist hubs. There's a farmer's market on the weekends, and a 5k would take about 1.5-2 laps around the park exterior.
Clark County Wetlands Park on the east side of town is a fantastic getaway from desert landscapes. 14 miles of paved trails pass through ponds and reeds, providing plenty of bird-watching opportunities.
Red Rock Canyon & Western Beltway
Red Rock Canyon is a dramatic sandstone respite away from the bright lights of the Strip. The 13-mile paved loop is perfect training for marathons and includes 1500 feet of elevation gain in the first 5 miles. There’s a second tough uphill around mile 6.5 as well, and then the trail flattens out, with mild rises. You’ll pass by sandstone cliffs and Joshua Trees. Be careful of the traffic, as you share the road with both cars and cyclists. The loop is one-way, so be careful, especially on the tighter turns.
If 13 miles isn’t enough – or if it’s too much – there’s a great multi-use trail that parallels the 215 beltway. The paved trail starts in the south at Peace Way and runs about 12 miles total. There’s one intersection at Flamingo, and then underpasses for the rest of the trip, at least until Sahara. Charleston Blvd, the road to Red Rock, is directly in the center. You’ll continue west for another 6 miles or so to the loop entrance.
  • No water once you leave the visitors center, so come prepared. Bring more water than you think you’ll need. If you’re not sure, err on the side of too much. I recommend 2L for a half-day hike, so adjust according to your distance and pace. Water is available at Red Rock Visitor Center & the Albertson’s on Charleston shortly before the park.
  • Bathrooms available at Albertson’s on Charleston, the Visitor’s Center, and some of the pullouts in Red Rock.
  • Admission to Red Rock is $7 for a car, $3 for a cyclist or pedestrian. Cash or cards accepted. These rates are currently under discussion to double.
  • I highly recommend having your own transportation for these runs. While uber & lyft have great coverage in the western suburbs, phone reception out at Red Rock itself is spotty.
  • Fun fact: Red Rock is home to Mojave Max, a desert tortoise used to predict the start of spring.
It’s too damn hot and I can’t stand the treadmill. Help?
Run in air conditioned bliss at the Las Vegas Athletic Clubs (LVAC) gyms’ indoor tracks. They are for locals and therefore require a traditional monthly gym membership, but they do have a one-day pass to try them out.
Oh, and I'll be here for a week.
UNLV’s Student Recreational Center is open to “the Community” and has an indoor track. Nevada residents can get a monthly pass, not sure about out of state folks. More info:
Further from the Strip, the indoor track at the Henderson Multigenerational Center is available to non-residents.
If you’re military, the gym at Nellis Air Force Base has an indoor track as well.
ETA city & county parks 8/28/17 ETA major races 9/28/17
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Truck Drivers have some of the Best Stories: Drive Like a Girl [part 1]

I'm going to apologize in advance for the length of this post as there's no short way to tell it without splitting it in two. My name is Ripley and your OP has graciously allowed me to tell my story. Again, I'm so, so sorry.
Love at first sight, most folks think it’s a myth, more likely its Lust at first sight and the feelings grow from prolonged familiarity with the object of your infatuation. Truth be told, this is probably how most relationships begin. This relationship was no exception. I was driving for a nationwide company that had me on a regional haul, up and down the Mississippi corridor was my territory, I usually hauled things that wouldn’t be allowed on the river itself, Hazmat, things like that.
My name is Ripley, Yes, my parents were huge Ridley Scott fans back in the day and I am indeed named after Sigourney Weaver’s character in the Alien film series. Not a bad role model to have growing up as a painfully shy brunette who barely sprouted tits at age 17, in rural Wisconsin. Most of the girls I was surrounded by had the bodies of full grown women by the time they were 14. It was embarrassing as fuck, especially when the boys you choose to have crushes on decide to join in the torment by saying that Ripley isn’t just your name, it’s your figure, like a warped board, thin, flat and Ripley, that was me. The only difference between me and a board was that I was in no danger of getting nailed anytime soon.
That was fine with me after a certain point. I realized I was more attracted to girls by the time I hit 14, the boys were my parents idea and I humored my mom when she’d point out a “cute guy” and I would look along with her, but my eyes were usually drawn to the girl on his arm. The toughest times were changing for gym and feeling the strange stirrings in my nether regions and the butterflies in my stomach when another girl would stand there, completely confident in her nakedness, rambling on as if we were girlfriends hanging out in the food court at the mall, talking about boys. I found it difficult not to stare at their breasts while they spoke and would usually avert my eyes, focused on something really interesting in my locker.
I was so ashamed of my body that I was made fun of for wearing a bathing suit in the shower. I tried not to shower with the other girls because even though they mistook my arousal for being cold, it was still humiliating, “Ladies! Come see the tit-less wonder as she tries to mimic the teacher’s stapler and stick herself to the wall with her nipples!” “Watch as she cuts glass with her moundless nubbins!” God, teenage girls are rotten cunts.
I wanted to go to college but my folks just couldn’t afford it. Financial aid would have put me in debt up to my eyeballs, so I did what I could, I joined the Marines. I was a BAM through and through, I sprouted muscles instead of tits. I got hit on by more guys in the Corps than you’d believe. Either I really looked good to them or those guys were fucking desperate. Either way, I tried dating guys, even had sex with one or two. I wasn’t impressed and I’ve come to the conclusion that dicks are gross. I tried Mom… I really did, sorry, no grandkids from me.
I served my 4 years and got out. I thought about going to college right then but I decided to see the country a bit. All the deployments in the Corps filled me with a bit of wanderlust. So I started this job, driving.
So here we are, back in the present, so to speak. I’d been driving for a few years when I landed this gig. I love the Mississippi River Valley. All the way from the Delta in NOLA to the navigable headwaters all the way up in Minnesota. There’s so many different kinds of people and cultures and they just become a blur of beautiful humanity, Norwegians and Dutch in the north to the Cajun, French and every other culture that has made a home in that region.
For the most part, the people of this region are very friendly and accommodating, and, in particular, the women of the delta, my gawd, girls in New Orleans are very, very liberal and friendly. Life is hard enough as a female truck driver without your male counterparts giving you shit for being a “Muff-Munching-Bull-Dyke”. First of all, I’m far from a bull-dyke. I’m about as girly as lesbians come, the only things that meet their description are my occupation and that I love women as much as they do. Secondly, I’m more into receiving oral than giving, so I don’t do too much munching.
That being said, I will make exceptions for the right woman. I think I found her. I was having lunch at the Huddle House in the Palace Truck Stop & Casino, right there off Old Gentilly Rd. in New Orleans. I stop there every time I’m in NOLA because their hash browns are phe-nom-nom-nom-enal.
I was sitting at the counter looking at the menu, just for shits and giggles, I know what I’m ordering before I even walk in the place so looking at the menu is just a formality. I heard a voice from behind my menu, a new voice, almost intoxicating from the start. “Coffee Darlin?” I slowly lowered the menu, and before my eye was one of the most beautiful creatures the creator put on this earth. Now, I know that if you saw her, she might be a little bit plain Jane for this description to fit. For me however, she was perfection. Strawberry-blonde pixie-cut, green eyes the color of an old Mt. Dew bottle, cute button of a nose and the bowed lips, smiling right at me. “Coffee, yes… coffee and a glass of water, please.” Even with the amount of life I had under my belt, I was terribly awkward around pretty girls, still.
“Hi, I’m Barrett” she held out her delicate hand, which I gladly took, “Hi… I-I’m R-Ripley…”. GODDAMMIT, why did I have to stutter like an idiot NOW? She stared at me with an astonished look. “Shut the front door, Ripley? Like… Ellen Ripley?” I hung my head a little bit. “Yeah, my folks are huge Sci-fi/Horror fans. Say, what kind on name is Barrett, for a girl anyway?” She giggled then and it was a sound like the wind chimes in the gentlest summer breeze.
“Looks like our folks were both fans of Ms. Weaver, My parents named me after Dana Barrett, her character in Ghostbusters.” By this time, my heart was hammering so hard in my chest that it was hard to hear her. “That’s weird and crazy.” She seemed to catch herself then, “Oh my, Ripley, let me get your coffee and water, you know what you want, or do you need a minute?” I gave her my order and let her get about her job, I didn’t want to get her in trouble. I tried not to watch her the whole time, but she made it difficult. She looked to be about five-three, and I guessed about a hundred and twenty pounds. Next to my five-nine and one hundred and fifty pounds, she was so tiny, and adorable, and… snap out of it Ripley, jesus.
The owner walked in then, “Rip! How’s it hangin girlfriend?” Internally, I sighed exasperatedly. “Hey Will, how goes it?” “Dandy! Haulin the daaaaangerous stuff?” Will was a goofy fucker, but a likable guy for the most part. Probably the most closeted queen I’ve ever met. He proclaimed his straightness with a fervor usually reserved for suicide bombers, but I’m fairly certain he was the only one who didn’t know exactly how gay he was. “Have you met the new girl, Barrett? Barrett! Honey, get over here sweet cheeks!” I turned my head in her direction and expected her to look mortified, she was smiling and practically skipping my direction.
“Yes sir, what can I do for ya boss-man?” A more chipper ray of sunshine there wasn’t. “Barrett, darlin, this here, is Ms. Ripley, long time customer, salt of the earth gal and certifiable badass, lives up to her namesake, isn’t that right Marine?” His mouth dropped open as he looked at me. He went full-on queen mode when he saw my face, “Well, Bless my stars and bars! Ripley, are you BLUSHING?”
I quickly excused myself and rushed to the bathroom, I was practically hyperventilating when I sat on the bench opposite the mirrors. Jesus-fuck Ripley, get your shit together. I heard the creak of the bathroom door and quickly stood and walked to the sink, running water, I splashed myself with cold water, when I stood, Barrett was there, behind me.
“Are you alright?” her eyebrows were raised in genuine concern. I cleared my throat, “y-yeah (dammit), I’m fine, Will is just a bit much for me sometimes.” She laughed, “HA! Tell me about it, try being related to him, he’s my Mom’s little brother.” That made me laugh as well, “Oh dear god , you poor thing.” I sat on the bench, “I’m sorry about that earlier, I usually don’t get that flustered, it’s just…” She sat next to me on the bench. “Look, I’m not a forward person, at all.” I was looking at my hands as she reached over and took one of them, “Ripley, I get off at 3, so in (she looked at her watch) about 2 hours. Be here.” With that, she gave me a peck on the cheek and strolled out of the bathroom. What. Just. Happened?
I had two hours, I mentioned I’m a girly-girl, right? Barely enough time to get ready. I rushed to my truck, grabbed my toiletry kit, my makeup bag, thought about the humidity, stowed the makeup, thought better of it and grabbed the makeup again. I bring about 2 dresses with me on the road, not because I’m expecting a date, but because if I’m going to be somewhere for a day or two, I tend to like to feel like a woman, off the truck, scrubbed up and presentable. I went to the showers and shaved every stray hair from the armpits down, not that I was confident of getting laid or anything, hell, I didn’t even know if Barrett was being anything but friendly, but if I’m wearing a dress, it’s gotta go! I washed my hair and combed it out, its natural waviness let it drop to about the small of my back. I checked my eyebrows, they were ok. Protip: If you EVER want to freak a girl out, just occasionally glance up at her eyebrows questioningly. It’s a brutal mind-fuck that I reserve for my most reviled enemies.
I grabbed my stuff and stowed my gear back in the truck. I grabbed a pair of heels but stowed a pair of flip-flops in my small backpack/purse, just in case we were going to be doing a lot of walking. I want to at least look pretty, but I don’t want to hurt my feet, (insert joke about lesbians with comfortable shoes here). I had about 20 minutes to wait for Barrett to get off, so I went to the restaurant and had a seat at the counter, the looks of other regulars who had never seen me in a dress were hilarious, they didn’t recognize me at first. Will came up to the counter and asked “What can I ge…. Holy Shit!, Rip? Ohmygawd, you’re a girl!” I laughed, “Thanks for noticing, dick.”
Barrett came in from the walk-in freezer and shivered, she saw me and her mouth dropped open, she mouthed the word “Wow”, it was too much, I felt a flush creep up my spine and down my arms. “I… uh..I got the freezer restocked” she was staring at me, Will noticed how we were locked in this gaze and cleared his throat. “A-hem, I, uh… think you’re good to go Bear-bear. Give Uncle Will a hug before you go.” She did then ran off to get changed. Will turned his eyes on me. “Rip, she’s a young lady, 19, I want you to realize that and I also want you to know, I approve, but if you hurt her, I’ll cut your balls off.” He swooped in and pecked me on the cheek. “Now get out of here and stop eye-fucking each other in the restaurant, people are trying to eat.”
I looked up and Barrett was waving me to the door. Outside, she motioned for me to do a turn, which I humored. “My sweet baby jesus, Ripley, you are gorgeous! I mean, I thought you were pretty in the jeans and tank-top, but damn.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and my chest hurt a little, probably because my heart was beating the shit out of my ribs. “Stop it, you’re going to make me faint from all the blood rushing to my face, you want me constantly blushing?” I looked at what she was wearing, capris and a t-shirt, I was ok with that. She reached in her purse and pulled out a key fob, “Hop in, we’re stopping by my place so I can change.”
I hopped in her tiny Mini-Cooper, “Mom let me borrow it until I get a newer car, my Prius died last week.” As she drove the 15 minutes to her apartment just off Tulane University campus, she explained how she was a student in their pre-nursing program, “Mom has been a nurse longer than I’ve been alive and she’s always been my hero, I’ve wanted to do this since I was a little crawdad.”
We had so much in common, but a lot of differences, she was a popular girl in school, but never dated boys, she said she’s known she liked girls since about 7th grade, but had never been in a serious relationship until her senior year. It ended badly when her girlfriend moved to Ohio for college and started seeing someone else. “Columbus has a large LGBT population and she just… grew into herself I guess, and outgrew me.” She sighed then, it sounded like it still bothered her, a lot.
“What about you? Any relationships?” I told her no, not really. “I tried dating boys when I was in denial, it didn’t work out.” I grimaced. She laughed. “I touched one, once. That’s all it took, it was too weird. I like mine with batteries and no feelings attached, thanks.”
We parked on the street a few blocks from her place and walked, she took my hand and led the way, in the building and up to the second floor room garden apartment that was her sanctum. She immediately flopped on the couch and flung her shoes into the air. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Oh man, that feels good!” She patted a cushion near her head and said “sit”. I did. Ever since I laid eyes on her, I’d wanted to touch her, I reached out a hand and ran my fingers through her short, strawberry-blonde hair.
She let out a luxuriant groan, “Ohhhhhhhhhhmgawd, yes…. Right there.” And began shaking her leg like a dog when you scratch just the right spot, she caught me off guard and I didn’t laugh, I guffawed so hard that I snorted, we desolved into giggles like best friends at a sleepover. It was the first time I’ve ever felt this comfortable with another human being.
After just sitting there for a while she sat up an announced, “Well, I’m gong to hop in the shower and get that greasy spoon off me. Then we can go somewhere. I’ll be right back. Unless you just wanna come in there and talk while I get ready.” I went in with her and watched her as she stripped off her clothes nonchalantly and hopped in the glass-doored shower.
Her body was sheer perfection in my eyes, from the faint tan lines on her breasts and ass, to the little tiny heart tattoo on her left hip. I felt a bit dizzy with adoration for this girl, this woman I’d just met, it seemed crazy and I actually pinched myself, “Ow!” she jumped as I had been silent for a minute while she washed her hair. “what was that? Are you ok?” I rubbed the spot where I’d pinched myself and told her I was fine as I watched the bubbles trail down her well muscled legs. “So, what do you want to do? I’ve got 72 hours before I have to get back on the road.”
“That long?” she sounded pleasantly surprised as she finished rinsing and shut off the water, “Hand me those two towels, please.” I did and we made plans for the evening. As we were leaving her apartment, I felt like I was being watched, Barrett stiffened a little as she locked her door and I looked at her questioningly. She shook her head ever so slightly and walked down the stairs at a speed that probably wasn’t best for her heels. Outside, she shuddered in the balmy night air, “The guy across the hall, gives me the heebie-jeebies, it’s like I can feel him watching me through his peep hole.”
I told her I’d felt it too, she put her arm through mine and leaned on me a little as we walked to the corner where our Uber driver said he’d pick us up. It was a short ride to the French Quarter and our waiting reservation at Galatoir’s, but it was a good idea to catch a ride as the weekend festivities seemed to have already kicked off on Bourbon St. and we ended up walking the last 2 blocks to the restaurant, followed the whole way by wolf-whistles and shouted propositions. We held tight to each other’s hands and politely dismissed them all, giggling all the way.
I was on Cloud Nine as the evening went by in a blur, punctuated by flashes of flavor as course after course came our way, I was a bit tipsy from the wine we’d consumed and I was ready to go wherever, dancing, drinking, to a party, I didn’t care as long as Barrett was by my side. We left the restaurant later than I’d thought it was going to be and the revelry seemed to be in full swing. As we navigated our way through the crush of people, we were groped and pawed at from every direction, or at least I felt like it. My skin was crawling by the time we reached a break in the crowd, Barrett seemed to be having a similarly difficult time.
“Well, that was fun.” I laughed as I adjusted my dress back to the way it should be. We hopped a cab back to her place and she stopped me before we went in the building, pointing up at her balcony. The sliding door was slightly open and one of her lights was on. “The fuck, Ripley. We turned everything off and locked up tight, right?” To be honest, I was so caught up in her that I hadn’t noticed. “I think so” I pulled out my phone, “I’m calling the cops.” She held out a hand to stop me, then thought better of it. “Good idea, fuck, this night was going so well.”
I saw tears welling up in her eyes and pulled her close to me. I gave the address to the dispatcher and they stayed on the phone with me for the 5 minutes it took someone from NOLA PD to show up, along with a car from Tulane University Campus Security. “Who’s the resident?” asked a tall, skinny cop. Barrett raised her hand and he took her aside to ask questions for a moment before he and his partner went into the building with Barrett’s keys and her express permission to kick the shit out of whoever had violated her home. We stood on the edge of the sidewalk and watched as the lights came on in her apartment and we heard the cops announce their presence to whoever might still be in there.
One of the cops, the tall one, threw open the balcony door and rushed out, vomiting over the side of the wrought-iron railing. We both gasped at what we were seeing but still didn’t quite comprehend. The other cop walked out of the building and caught her breath. “Ms., do you own cats?” Her brow furrowed, “No officer, we can’t have pets, what the hell happened in there?” The cop gave her a look of sympathy as she led her further down the block. “It’s probably best that you don’t go in there right now. Somebody…” she gagged a little as if just thinking about what she’d seen was too much.
“Barrett, can I call you Barrett?” she nodded her assent, “Barrett, do you know anyone that might wish you harm?” Barrett shook her head, “No… No, nobody. Please, what is going on?”
Tears rimmed the officer’s eyes, “Honey, this is one of the worst things I’ve ever seen and I’ve been a cop for 12 years. Right now, I just think we should get a statement of your whereabouts and activities over the last 24 hours and, do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” I chimed in, “she can stay with me.” The officer nodded and made a phone call. “A detective will be calling you in the morning for your details.” She passed Barrett a card and handed Barrett her keys, minus her the one to her front door.
“I’m so sorry Ripley, I have no idea what’s going on, I.. I..” she burst into tears and threw her arms around my waist, her face buried in my shoulder. I led her away from the scene walking the few blocks to her car. “Where are we going to stay? You said I could stay with you tonight.” I pulled her closer, “We can get a hotel, or we could stay in my truck, it’s up to you.” She seemed to think it over for a bit as I unlocked her car and opened the passenger door for her. “I’ve never stayed in a truck before, I think it’d be fun.” I smiled and put her car in drive, glad for once that the Corps had turned me into a neat freak.
It was a brief drive to the truck stop and I parked her car near the Huddle House and we walked to my truck. I noticed a black minivan trailing behind us, after the events of the night, it unnerved me a bit, so I took us a roundabout way through the maze of trucks and trailers, ducking between them when I noticed no followers. I got us to my truck and helped Barrett inside.
I shut the door and threw the curtains, peeking out in time to see that same black minivan cruising slowly down the aisle. “Well, that was an adventure, what was that all about?” I shushed her as the van cruised by. “Do you know anyone who owns a black minivan?” I saw her brow furrow in concentration, even in the darkness of my truck cab. “Black minivan, Ripley, what’s going on?”
“I think someone is following us. Is there something you should have told the cops? Is there someone they should be looking at, like an ex, or someone you turned down, anything?” She looked scared, “No, nothing! I swear, I haven’t been in a relationship or anything since my ex moved to Ohio. I’ve had the occasional offer from both guys and girls alike, but no, nothing stands out.” I mulled that over and got my phone out again, “I think we should call the police.” She sat on the bottom bunk in my sleeper, “Can you get the license plate or something, tell them about it in the morning? I just want some peace right now.”
I’d met Barrett less than 12 hours earlier and here I was, making decisions for her, I cared for this girl. Too much? Too fast? “I’m sorry, but I can’t be negligent about this, as crazy as it sounds, I care for you Barrett. I don’t want a missed opportunity to stop whatever is going on before it goes too far, do you understand me?” I dialed the number on the card she handed me. “Officer Beauman.” It was the same officer, good. “Officer, my name is Ripley, I was with Barrett, the girl whose apartment you and your partner responded to earlier this evening.” There was a pause.
“Yes, I remember you. How can I help you?” I told her the situation and I heard the sirens fire up in the background. “Can you two stay where you are? We’re on our way now, we meant to call her in the morning but under the circumstances, I’ll tell you what’s going on.”
I told the officer to hold on a second and put the phone on speaker, “Go ahead officer, Barrett can hear you.” There was a pause on the other end, only the wail of the sirens could be heard. A man spoke, “Barrett, does the name Chrissy Seaquist mean anything to you?” There was a sharp intake from Barrett, “Omg, Chrissy, she’s my ex, but what does she have to do with this? She moved to Ohio over a year ago.” Another pause,
“Barrett, this may come as a bit of a shock, but it seems Chrissy’s parents filed a missing person’s report two months ago, she disappeared from Ohio State campus, without a trace. Tonight, as we were processing your apartment, we found fingerprints and they immediately flagged under that missing person’s report.
We were sure that Chrissy was the subject we were going to look for in connection with the vandalizing of your apartment.” I sensed a “but”. “However, when we started clearing your apartment we found… we fragments of human remains Barrett, we found the hand of Chrissy Seaquist in your bed Barrett. We have some questions for you and (pause) Ripley.”
I looked at the phone in disbelief, “Look, officers, We’re not going anywhere but if you’d be so kind as to get here most Rikki-tikki, and check out this black van, it’d be greatly appreciated.” I gave them my truck description and ID numbers and got off the phone.
“In the meantime.” I told Barrett, “I better stow this”. I took my Springfield XD .40 and stuck in in the hidden lock box under my bunk. Barrett’s eye widened, “You had a gun on you this whole time?” I laughed and kissed her. “Honey, you don't last in the real world by being a sheep.” We lay on the bed and held each other and waited for the cops to show up.
Part 2
Final
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101 things to do in Mount Pleasant (That aren't playing video games or drinking)

So I've noticed a lot of you have an issue about finding things to do in MP! Lets put our brains together and get some of our favorite activities on one thread. Grab a friend, roomate, fellow redditor or fly it solo and do some of this stuff before you rip apart our school for not having enough stuff to do.
Note: These activities are suggestions, participate at your own risk. Reddit nor any of its posters take responsibility for the actions of you or anyone who uses this list
Restaurants:
L1 - Just opened up. They have delicious $4 burgers and french toast, and they're open 24 hours.
Cranker's Coney Island - 24 hours, breakfast is served. Late night dinning is advised insomniacs.
Mountain Town Station - Delicious delicious food. This place is a little more expensive but you get that authentic pub feeling and some food you won't forget.
Midori Sushi and Martini Lounge - The most expensive restaurant in town/unless you know of something else/ this place is fancy. Call ahead for reservations, it hasn't even been open for a month! Plan on spending 20 bucks per person, maybe 25+ if you want a glass of sake or wine/beer.
The Brass Cafe - Family owned, nice downtown location and a pleasant dining experience.
The Bird - It's a tradition for my roomates and I to go get burgers here. It is a bar, but that doesn't mean you have to go there during peek drinking hours. Try stopping in for lunch, the burgers are tasty.
Max and Emily's "downtown establishment that serves delicious sandwiches, paninis, soups and coffee. Its a bit pricier than a Subway but its worth it every now and then." (-PolishKatie)
Stan's"Loved going there for breakfast or lunch when I was on campus. Great homestyle meals for cheap. If it's busy it can take a while, due to it being a smaller place. Be aware, it's cash only. (but there is an ATM across the street!)" (-ctkraig)
The Italian Oven "I don't eat out a lot so I can't compare the Italian Oven's prices to any other restaurants in town, but it's always seemed affordable enough and the food is well worth the price anyway." (-AgentMichigan)
Pixie's "Great food, great 50s motif. Plus, you can always try and get your name on the wall for eating a certain number of bitty burgers or coney dogs." (-AgentMichigan)
Shins Best Korean Food (and only Korean food) in Mount Pleasant. Reasonably priced and friggin' delicious. It's personally my favorite restaurant in town, but that statement comes with a little bit of a bias.
Entertainment
Bowling at the Sac - Bring 5 bucks, rent some goofy shoes and get a game going with some friends. Don't forget to bring your student ID!
Hot tubin' - I've personally only been to the Bluegrass hot tub (open 24 hours) and the Sac hot tub, but there are tons more out there. Saunas and hot tubs are wonderful post exam stress relievers. Seriously folks, I waited way to long to take advantage of these.
The Ice Arena - I bet you didn't know we had an ice ring. I also bet you didn't know there was open skate for the public. Now you know! While you're here you can also check out Hockey games, and the best of all things winter sporting related (that isn't downhill activity).
The movies - You don't have to go to Celebration Cinema because there are a ton of other areas around campus where you can watch movies on a large screen for free!
MISC
-Intramural Sports
-Disc Golf Course by Deerfield Road
-Tagging (Don't get caught! paint at Walmart is 99 cents a can)
-Looking at really old newspapers on the 4th floor at the library (a lot more fun than you would think)
-Attending various speakers and events. Here's the event calendar in case you wanna try something new.
-Sitting in classes. I know this is weird too, but sometimes if I'm taking a Gen-ed credit I like to see what I'm signing up for before dropping $300+ a credit hour.
-Volunteering. Do it! There are plenty of opportunities in MP. Google the Soup Kitchen, Animal Shelter, Retirement Home or Community Service Opportunities for more ideas.
-Grabbing your roomates/friends and going to Meijer at 2-4a.m.
-The Casino! Don't spend it all in once place..
-Walk downtown for a stroll in Island Park. Pop on those headphones and get down with nature.
-Invade the suburbs! There are tons of neighborhoods around you. Explore them!
-Thirft store hunting for... room decorations, new wardrobe and everything and anything else. There are tons of antique stores and second hand stores around MP. Downtown and Mission road are your best friends.
-Farmers Market on Thursday mornings. Who doesn't like delicious produce? Support local organically grown foods. Yummy!
-River rafting. Buy a cheep flotation device and float down the river! It's a little cold now, but remember it for the spring!
-Prank Wars. Get your roommates, neighbors, dorm mates - hell prank the entire school. The internet is your friend here for ideas. Keep it safe, keep it simple and make it fun.
-Shooting sports and hunting. You'd be surprised how many people hunt around here. Ask your friends and roommates if they participate, many people around here have cabins/family members with equipment. There is a shooting range in Midland, but you'll have to make the trip.
-Surprisingly the Geocaching community in MP is semi functional. Check wikipedia/google if you don't know what it is. I've had hit and miss experiences with it around town, but if you're in the treasure hunting mood grab a GPS or your smart phone and go to town!
-If you have a bike, ride it. Everywhere!
-Deerfield Park. Lake, trails, and disc golf course already mentioned, but the park is great in the winter too. It's got cross-country ski trails and a great hill for sledding or snowboarding. They also hold Civil War reenactments in the park. (-AgentMichigan)
-Skatepark, located @ island park downtown-ish. (-AgentMichigan)
-Veteran's Memorial Library. Located downtown. They have a number of events you can attend, and, of course, lots of books to check out. (-AgentMichigan)
RSOs
High Adventure Club - Rock climbing, White water rafting, Ice climbing, big trips. (-PolishKatie and Mass_Impact)
Spanish Club - "The Spanish club puts on a foreign film every week, and most of them are award-winning, excellent films. They're a nice (and free!) way to spend an evening and an easy way to meet new people." (-PolishKatie)
Film Society - You guessed it, if you wanna get your Film Noir fix or just watch some really weird shit, this is the place for you.
Anime Club - Last time I went there weren't any asians. I bet you can't guess what they do at their meetings. (They watch Anime)
Mount Pleasant Gaming Association - They meet at the University Center (UC) and throw down with table top games, card games and all sorts of fun stuff.
Edit - PolishKatie, AgentMichigan, ctkraig
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Truckers Have Some of the Best Stories: Drive Like A Girl (Part 1)

I'm going to apologize in advance for the length of this post as there's no short way to tell it without splitting it in two. My name is Ripley and your OP has graciously allowed me to tell my story. Again, I'm so, so sorry.
Love at first sight, most folks think it’s a myth, more likely its Lust at first sight and the feelings grow from prolonged familiarity with the object of your infatuation. Truth be told, this is probably how most relationships begin. This relationship was no exception. I was driving for a nationwide company that had me on a regional haul, up and down the Mississippi corridor was my territory, I usually hauled things that wouldn’t be allowed on the river itself, Hazmat, things like that.
My name is Ripley, Yes, my parents were huge Ridley Scott fans back in the day and I am indeed named after Sigourney Weaver’s character in the Alien film series. Not a bad role model to have growing up as a painfully shy brunette who barely sprouted tits at age 17, in rural Wisconsin. Most of the girls I was surrounded by had the bodies of full grown women by the time they were 14. It was embarrassing as fuck, especially when the boys you choose to have crushes on decide to join in the torment by saying that Ripley isn’t just your name, it’s your figure, like a warped board, thin, flat and Ripley, that was me. The only difference between me and a board was that I was in no danger of getting nailed anytime soon.
That was fine with me after a certain point. I realized I was more attracted to girls by the time I hit 14, the boys were my parents idea and I humored my mom when she’d point out a “cute guy” and I would look along with her, but my eyes were usually drawn to the girl on his arm. The toughest times were changing for gym and feeling the strange stirrings in my nether regions and the butterflies in my stomach when another girl would stand there, completely confident in her nakedness, rambling on as if we were girlfriends hanging out in the food court at the mall, talking about boys. I found it difficult not to stare at their breasts while they spoke and would usually avert my eyes, focused on something really interesting in my locker.
I was so ashamed of my body that I was made fun of for wearing a bathing suit in the shower. I tried not to shower with the other girls because even though they mistook my arousal for being cold, it was still humiliating, “Ladies! Come see the tit-less wonder as she tries to mimic the teacher’s stapler and stick herself to the wall with her nipples!” “Watch as she cuts glass with her moundless nubbins!” God, teenage girls are rotten cunts.
I wanted to go to college but my folks just couldn’t afford it. Financial aid would have put me in debt up to my eyeballs, so I did what I could, I joined the Marines. I was a BAM through and through, I sprouted muscles instead of tits. I got hit on by more guys in the Corps than you’d believe. Either I really looked good to them or those guys were fucking desperate. Either way, I tried dating guys, even had sex with one or two. I wasn’t impressed and I’ve come to the conclusion that dicks are gross. I tried Mom… I really did, sorry, no grandkids from me.
I served my 4 years and got out. I thought about going to college right then but I decided to see the country a bit. All the deployments in the Corps filled me with a bit of wanderlust. So I started this job, driving.
So here we are, back in the present, so to speak. I’d been driving for a few years when I landed this gig. I love the Mississippi River Valley. All the way from the Delta in NOLA to the navigable headwaters all the way up in Minnesota. There’s so many different kinds of people and cultures and they just become a blur of beautiful humanity, Norwegians and Dutch in the north to the Cajun, French and every other culture that has made a home in that region.
For the most part, the people of this region are very friendly and accommodating, and, in particular, the women of the delta, my gawd, girls in New Orleans are very, very liberal and friendly. Life is hard enough as a female truck driver without your male counterparts giving you shit for being a “Muff-Munching-Bull-Dyke”. First of all, I’m far from a bull-dyke. I’m about as girly as lesbians come, the only things that meet their description are my occupation and that I love women as much as they do. Secondly, I’m more into receiving oral than giving, so I don’t do too much munching.
That being said, I will make exceptions for the right woman. I think I found her. I was having lunch at the Huddle House in the Palace Truck Stop & Casino, right there off Old Gentilly Rd. in New Orleans. I stop there every time I’m in NOLA because their hash browns are phe-nom-nom-nom-enal.
I was sitting at the counter looking at the menu, just for shits and giggles, I know what I’m ordering before I even walk in the place so looking at the menu is just a formality. I heard a voice from behind my menu, a new voice, almost intoxicating from the start. “Coffee Darlin?” I slowly lowered the menu, and before my eye was one of the most beautiful creatures the creator put on this earth. Now, I know that if you saw her, she might be a little bit plain Jane for this description to fit. For me however, she was perfection. Strawberry-blonde pixie-cut, green eyes the color of an old Mt. Dew bottle, cute button of a nose and the bowed lips, smiling right at me. “Coffee, yes… coffee and a glass of water, please.” Even with the amount of life I had under my belt, I was terribly awkward around pretty girls, still.
“Hi, I’m Barrett” she held out her delicate hand, which I gladly took, “Hi… I-I’m R-Ripley…”. GODDAMMIT, why did I have to stutter like an idiot NOW? She stared at me with an astonished look. “Shut the front door, Ripley? Like… Ellen Ripley?” I hung my head a little bit. “Yeah, my folks are huge Sci-fi/Horror fans. Say, what kind on name is Barrett, for a girl anyway?” She giggled then and it was a sound like the wind chimes in the gentlest summer breeze.
“Looks like our folks were both fans of Ms. Weaver, My parents named me after Dana Barrett, her character in Ghostbusters.” By this time, my heart was hammering so hard in my chest that it was hard to hear her. “That’s weird and crazy.” She seemed to catch herself then, “Oh my, Ripley, let me get your coffee and water, you know what you want, or do you need a minute?” I gave her my order and let her get about her job, I didn’t want to get her in trouble. I tried not to watch her the whole time, but she made it difficult. She looked to be about five-three, and I guessed about a hundred and twenty pounds. Next to my five-nine and one hundred and fifty pounds, she was so tiny, and adorable, and… snap out of it Ripley, jesus.
The owner walked in then, “Rip! How’s it hangin girlfriend?” Internally, I sighed exasperatedly. “Hey Will, how goes it?” “Dandy! Haulin the daaaaangerous stuff?” Will was a goofy fucker, but a likable guy for the most part. Probably the most closeted queen I’ve ever met. He proclaimed his straightness with a fervor usually reserved for suicide bombers, but I’m fairly certain he was the only one who didn’t know exactly how gay he was. “Have you met the new girl, Barrett? Barrett! Honey, get over here sweet cheeks!” I turned my head in her direction and expected her to look mortified, she was smiling and practically skipping my direction.
“Yes sir, what can I do for ya boss-man?” A more chipper ray of sunshine there wasn’t. “Barrett, darlin, this here, is Ms. Ripley, long time customer, salt of the earth gal and certifiable badass, lives up to her namesake, isn’t that right Marine?” His mouth dropped open as he looked at me. He went full-on queen mode when he saw my face, “Well, Bless my stars and bars! Ripley, are you BLUSHING?”
I quickly excused myself and rushed to the bathroom, I was practically hyperventilating when I sat on the bench opposite the mirrors. Jesus-fuck Ripley, get your shit together. I heard the creak of the bathroom door and quickly stood and walked to the sink, running water, I splashed myself with cold water, when I stood, Barrett was there, behind me.
“Are you alright?” her eyebrows were raised in genuine concern. I cleared my throat, “y-yeah (dammit), I’m fine, Will is just a bit much for me sometimes.” She laughed, “HA! Tell me about it, try being related to him, he’s my Mom’s little brother.” That made me laugh as well, “Oh dear god , you poor thing.” I sat on the bench, “I’m sorry about that earlier, I usually don’t get that flustered, it’s just…” She sat next to me on the bench. “Look, I’m not a forward person, at all.” I was looking at my hands as she reached over and took one of them, “Ripley, I get off at 3, so in (she looked at her watch) about 2 hours. Be here.” With that, she gave me a peck on the cheek and strolled out of the bathroom. What. Just. Happened?
I had two hours, I mentioned I’m a girly-girl, right? Barely enough time to get ready. I rushed to my truck, grabbed my toiletry kit, my makeup bag, thought about the humidity, stowed the makeup, thought better of it and grabbed the makeup again. I bring about 2 dresses with me on the road, not because I’m expecting a date, but because if I’m going to be somewhere for a day or two, I tend to like to feel like a woman, off the truck, scrubbed up and presentable. I went to the showers and shaved every stray hair from the armpits down, not that I was confident of getting laid or anything, hell, I didn’t even know if Barrett was being anything but friendly, but if I’m wearing a dress, it’s gotta go! I washed my hair and combed it out, its natural waviness let it drop to about the small of my back. I checked my eyebrows, they were ok. Protip: If you EVER want to freak a girl out, just occasionally glance up at her eyebrows questioningly. It’s a brutal mind-fuck that I reserve for my most reviled enemies.
I grabbed my stuff and stowed my gear back in the truck. I grabbed a pair of heels but stowed a pair of flip-flops in my small backpack/purse, just in case we were going to be doing a lot of walking. I want to at least look pretty, but I don’t want to hurt my feet, (insert joke about lesbians with comfortable shoes here). I had about 20 minutes to wait for Barrett to get off, so I went to the restaurant and had a seat at the counter, the looks of other regulars who had never seen me in a dress were hilarious, they didn’t recognize me at first. Will came up to the counter and asked “What can I ge…. Holy Shit!, Rip? Ohmygawd, you’re a girl!” I laughed, “Thanks for noticing, dick.”
Barrett came in from the walk-in freezer and shivered, she saw me and her mouth dropped open, she mouthed the word “Wow”, it was too much, I felt a flush creep up my spine and down my arms. “I… uh..I got the freezer restocked” she was staring at me, Will noticed how we were locked in this gaze and cleared his throat. “A-hem, I, uh… think you’re good to go Bear-bear. Give Uncle Will a hug before you go.” She did then ran off to get changed. Will turned his eyes on me. “Rip, she’s a young lady, 19, I want you to realize that and I also want you to know, I approve, but if you hurt her, I’ll cut your balls off.” He swooped in and pecked me on the cheek. “Now get out of here and stop eye-fucking each other in the restaurant, people are trying to eat.”
I looked up and Barrett was waving me to the door. Outside, she motioned for me to do a turn, which I humored. “My sweet baby jesus, Ripley, you are gorgeous! I mean, I thought you were pretty in the jeans and tank-top, but damn.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and my chest hurt a little, probably because my heart was beating the shit out of my ribs. “Stop it, you’re going to make me faint from all the blood rushing to my face, you want me constantly blushing?” I looked at what she was wearing, capris and a t-shirt, I was ok with that. She reached in her purse and pulled out a key fob, “Hop in, we’re stopping by my place so I can change.”
I hopped in her tiny Mini-Cooper, “Mom let me borrow it until I get a newer car, my Prius died last week.” As she drove the 15 minutes to her apartment just off Tulane University campus, she explained how she was a student in their pre-nursing program, “Mom has been a nurse longer than I’ve been alive and she’s always been my hero, I’ve wanted to do this since I was a little crawdad.”
We had so much in common, but a lot of differences, she was a popular girl in school, but never dated boys, she said she’s known she liked girls since about 7th grade, but had never been in a serious relationship until her senior year. It ended badly when her girlfriend moved to Ohio for college and started seeing someone else. “Columbus has a large LGBT population and she just… grew into herself I guess, and outgrew me.” She sighed then, it sounded like it still bothered her, a lot.
“What about you? Any relationships?” I told her no, not really. “I tried dating boys when I was in denial, it didn’t work out.” I grimaced. She laughed. “I touched one, once. That’s all it took, it was too weird. I like mine with batteries and no feelings attached, thanks.”
We parked on the street a few blocks from her place and walked, she took my hand and led the way, in the building and up to the second floor room garden apartment that was her sanctum. She immediately flopped on the couch and flung her shoes into the air. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Oh man, that feels good!” She patted a cushion near her head and said “sit”. I did. Ever since I laid eyes on her, I’d wanted to touch her, I reached out a hand and ran my fingers through her short, strawberry-blonde hair.
She let out a luxuriant groan, “Ohhhhhhhhhhmgawd, yes…. Right there.” And began shaking her leg like a dog when you scratch just the right spot, she caught me off guard and I didn’t laugh, I guffawed so hard that I snorted, we desolved into giggles like best friends at a sleepover. It was the first time I’ve ever felt this comfortable with another human being.
After just sitting there for a while she sat up an announced, “Well, I’m gong to hop in the shower and get that greasy spoon off me. Then we can go somewhere. I’ll be right back. Unless you just wanna come in there and talk while I get ready.” I went in with her and watched her as she stripped off her clothes nonchalantly and hopped in the glass-doored shower.
Her body was sheer perfection in my eyes, from the faint tan lines on her breasts and ass, to the little tiny heart tattoo on her left hip. I felt a bit dizzy with adoration for this girl, this woman I’d just met, it seemed crazy and I actually pinched myself, “Ow!” she jumped as I had been silent for a minute while she washed her hair. “what was that? Are you ok?” I rubbed the spot where I’d pinched myself and told her I was fine as I watched the bubbles trail down her well muscled legs. “So, what do you want to do? I’ve got 72 hours before I have to get back on the road.”
“That long?” she sounded pleasantly surprised as she finished rinsing and shut off the water, “Hand me those two towels, please.” I did and we made plans for the evening. As we were leaving her apartment, I felt like I was being watched, Barrett stiffened a little as she locked her door and I looked at her questioningly. She shook her head ever so slightly and walked down the stairs at a speed that probably wasn’t best for her heels. Outside, she shuddered in the balmy night air, “The guy across the hall, gives me the heebie-jeebies, it’s like I can feel him watching me through his peep hole.”
I told her I’d felt it too, she put her arm through mine and leaned on me a little as we walked to the corner where our Uber driver said he’d pick us up. It was a short ride to the French Quarter and our waiting reservation at Galatoir’s, but it was a good idea to catch a ride as the weekend festivities seemed to have already kicked off on Bourbon St. and we ended up walking the last 2 blocks to the restaurant, followed the whole way by wolf-whistles and shouted propositions. We held tight to each other’s hands and politely dismissed them all, giggling all the way.
I was on Cloud Nine as the evening went by in a blur, punctuated by flashes of flavor as course after course came our way, I was a bit tipsy from the wine we’d consumed and I was ready to go wherever, dancing, drinking, to a party, I didn’t care as long as Barrett was by my side. We left the restaurant later than I’d thought it was going to be and the revelry seemed to be in full swing. As we navigated our way through the crush of people, we were groped and pawed at from every direction, or at least I felt like it. My skin was crawling by the time we reached a break in the crowd, Barrett seemed to be having a similarly difficult time.
“Well, that was fun.” I laughed as I adjusted my dress back to the way it should be. We hopped a cab back to her place and she stopped me before we went in the building, pointing up at her balcony. The sliding door was slightly open and one of her lights was on. “The fuck, Ripley. We turned everything off and locked up tight, right?” To be honest, I was so caught up in her that I hadn’t noticed. “I think so” I pulled out my phone, “I’m calling the cops.” She held out a hand to stop me, then thought better of it. “Good idea, fuck, this night was going so well.”
I saw tears welling up in her eyes and pulled her close to me. I gave the address to the dispatcher and they stayed on the phone with me for the 5 minutes it took someone from NOLA PD to show up, along with a car from Tulane University Campus Security. “Who’s the resident?” asked a tall, skinny cop. Barrett raised her hand and he took her aside to ask questions for a moment before he and his partner went into the building with Barrett’s keys and her express permission to kick the shit out of whoever had violated her home. We stood on the edge of the sidewalk and watched as the lights came on in her apartment and we heard the cops announce their presence to whoever might still be in there.
One of the cops, the tall one, threw open the balcony door and rushed out, vomiting over the side of the wrought-iron railing. We both gasped at what we were seeing but still didn’t quite comprehend. The other cop walked out of the building and caught her breath. “Ms., do you own cats?” Her brow furrowed, “No officer, we can’t have pets, what the hell happened in there?” The cop gave her a look of sympathy as she led her further down the block. “It’s probably best that you don’t go in there right now. Somebody…” she gagged a little as if just thinking about what she’d seen was too much.
“Barrett, can I call you Barrett?” she nodded her assent, “Barrett, do you know anyone that might wish you harm?” Barrett shook her head, “No… No, nobody. Please, what is going on?”
Tears rimmed the officer’s eyes, “Honey, this is one of the worst things I’ve ever seen and I’ve been a cop for 12 years. Right now, I just think we should get a statement of your whereabouts and activities over the last 24 hours and, do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” I chimed in, “she can stay with me.” The officer nodded and made a phone call. “A detective will be calling you in the morning for your details.” She passed Barrett a card and handed Barrett her keys, minus her the one to her front door.
“I’m so sorry Ripley, I have no idea what’s going on, I.. I..” she burst into tears and threw her arms around my waist, her face buried in my shoulder. I led her away from the scene walking the few blocks to her car. “Where are we going to stay? You said I could stay with you tonight.” I pulled her closer, “We can get a hotel, or we could stay in my truck, it’s up to you.” She seemed to think it over for a bit as I unlocked her car and opened the passenger door for her. “I’ve never stayed in a truck before, I think it’d be fun.” I smiled and put her car in drive, glad for once that the Corps had turned me into a neat freak.
It was a brief drive to the truck stop and I parked her car near the Huddle House and we walked to my truck. I noticed a black minivan trailing behind us, after the events of the night, it unnerved me a bit, so I took us a roundabout way through the maze of trucks and trailers, ducking between them when I noticed no followers. I got us to my truck and helped Barrett inside.
I shut the door and threw the curtains, peeking out in time to see that same black minivan cruising slowly down the aisle. “Well, that was an adventure, what was that all about?” I shushed her as the van cruised by. “Do you know anyone who owns a black minivan?” I saw her brow furrow in concentration, even in the darkness of my truck cab. “Black minivan, Ripley, what’s going on?”
“I think someone is following us. Is there something you should have told the cops? Is there someone they should be looking at, like an ex, or someone you turned down, anything?” She looked scared, “No, nothing! I swear, I haven’t been in a relationship or anything since my ex moved to Ohio. I’ve had the occasional offer from both guys and girls alike, but no, nothing stands out.” I mulled that over and got my phone out again, “I think we should call the police.” She sat on the bottom bunk in my sleeper, “Can you get the license plate or something, tell them about it in the morning? I just want some peace right now.”
I’d met Barrett less than 12 hours earlier and here I was, making decisions for her, I cared for this girl. Too much? Too fast? “I’m sorry, but I can’t be negligent about this, as crazy as it sounds, I care for you Barrett. I don’t want a missed opportunity to stop whatever is going on before it goes too far, do you understand me?” I dialed the number on the card she handed me. “Officer Beauman.” It was the same officer, good. “Officer, my name is Ripley, I was with Barrett, the girl whose apartment you and your partner responded to earlier this evening.” There was a pause.
“Yes, I remember you. How can I help you?” I told her the situation and I heard the sirens fire up in the background. “Can you two stay where you are? We’re on our way now, we meant to call her in the morning but under the circumstances, I’ll tell you what’s going on.”
I told the officer to hold on a second and put the phone on speaker, “Go ahead officer, Barrett can hear you.” There was a pause on the other end, only the wail of the sirens could be heard. A man spoke, “Barrett, does the name Chrissy Seaquist mean anything to you?” There was a sharp intake from Barrett, “Omg, Chrissy, she’s my ex, but what does she have to do with this? She moved to Ohio over a year ago.” Another pause,
“Barrett, this may come as a bit of a shock, but it seems Chrissy’s parents filed a missing person’s report two months ago, she disappeared from Ohio State campus, without a trace. Tonight, as we were processing your apartment, we found fingerprints and they immediately flagged under that missing person’s report.
We were sure that Chrissy was the subject we were going to look for in connection with the vandalizing of your apartment.” I sensed a “but”. “However, when we started clearing your apartment we found… we fragments of human remains Barrett, we found the hand of Chrissy Seaquist in your bed Barrett. We have some questions for you and (pause) Ripley.”
I looked at the phone in disbelief, “Look, officers, We’re not going anywhere but if you’d be so kind as to get here most Rikki-tikki, and check out this black van, it’d be greatly appreciated.” I gave them my truck description and ID numbers and got off the phone.
“In the meantime.” I told Barrett, “I better stow this”. I took my Springfield XD .40 and stuck in in the hidden lock box under my bunk. Barrett’s eye widened, “You had a gun on you this whole time?” I laughed and kissed her. “Honey, you don't last in the real world by being a sheep.” We lay on the bed and held each other and waited for the cops to show up.
Part 2
Final
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Date: 2012-02-25
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¿ What scarred you for life? The one thing I will NEVER forget is a young girl who hung around on the weekends. I had a suspicion that she was younger than 18 but she claimed she was 18. When I asked to see her ID, she showed it to me and it looked legit (holograms and what not) and said she was 18. I come in one weekend and ask where she is because she was not around. It turns out she was a runaway who got sucked into the sex trade which is rampant in Ohio and was shipped down to Columbus. Guys were passing her around upstairs for 10 bucks a pop. She was 14. I felt fucking horrible for not trusting my gut. I guess I will tell you something else since I already posted something about a young girl who was a a runaway and was passed from guy to guy for 10 dollars a pop. Another instance involved another prostitute. She was legit mentally handicapped, could barely function. She started showing up towards the end of my time there. She was passed around as well but I believe her rate was 5 for sex. Apparently she was having a heart attack and a guy just put her in the elevator and pressed the down button so she would come to the lobby. The elevator opened and she was obviously in need of help. I laid her down and called an ambulance. It turned out it wasn't a heart attack but she turned out to be alright and showed back up later that night.
Since when is the sex trade rampant in Ohio? Toledo is a huge hub for interstate human trafficking. I will find some stats if I get a chance. I'm not insulting Ohio, it is just that you can get to somewhere like 75% of the country within 24 hours from Ohio. http://www.examiner.com/women-s-issues-in-toledo/recent-study-cites-toledo-as-fourth-worst-city-nationally-for-human-trafficking-offenses.
Did you make friends with any of the people there and what did they think of you? Oh yea of course. There were about 150-200 residents there. I tried my best to help everyone. When I first showed up they thought I was a cop because I was white. There was a guy James who would come and mop the lobby every night at 3 AMish. We built a pretty strong bond. I helped him make a resume and he eventually got a job because of it. I found out that he had never eaten out at a breakfast restaurant so I took him to breakfast one morning after I got off and he had a blast. The funny thing was he ordered a burger and fries for breakfast. There were plenty of people I made friends with they were usually older than me though.
What can you tell us about your views on systemic problems? That is, on a macro scale, what problems do you see with the overall system (i.e., the governmental response to poverty via the policing system/war on drugs, welfare system, social services, education, etc) that have impacted the lives of people where you work? Do you have a sense of what changes could be made to improve these people's lives over the long-term? As with anything else on the macro scale it all comes down to money. These residents cant afford to pay 1000+ dollars of rent every month so they are ignored. Columbus is also trying to gentrify the west side where these projects are so they are in talks to blow this building up because they dont make money off of it. The police really could give two shits about this place. I called the police plenty of times and it would take them an hour or more to show up. That's what pissed me off the most. They would show up, write things down and leave. Even if we had video footage they would say that a detective would be there Monday to investigate and the detective would never come. This happened twice. If you do not have money you are fucked. The fucked up thing is that say a person who is paying 20 bucks a month in rent gets a job. Their rent immediately goes up to about 460 dollars a month. Most jobs residents got were minimum wage so how are you supposed to work you way out of the system when the system keeps taking any money that a person makes. I do not see a wide spread change such as tearing the building down and giving residents housing assistance working for everyone. I talked to residents all the time about how life could get better and it seemed like a more micro approach would work.
460 dollars a month? I live in Columbus and that's more than I pay... Is that comparable to other apartments in the neighborhood? I am not sure. From what I saw while I was driving around that part of town there are not too many other apartments. The location is ideal though. Downtown Columbus is a half mile away. Like I said rent was on a sliding scale, however I did not dig deeper into how they decided those rates.
Did anyone ever lie about if they had a job to keep their rent down? Yea...I even advised a few to do so...
What was the racial makeup of the residents? Racial makeup=80% black, 19% white, and two mexican guys.
Was there ever a time where you saw someone being treated unfairly or being taken advantage of because of race, age, ethnicity, etc? If you saw this, did you ever feel compelled to do something about it? Could you have done something about it? The Housing Authority (CMHA) really treated these people like dog shit. Most residents barely paid rent. Rent is paid on a sliding scale so some residents paid like 20 bucks a month but that might have been 50% of their net worth. Anytime ANYTHING went wrong in their apartments (flooding, heat not working in the middle of winter, AC not working in older residents apts in the summer) residents had to wait until monday. I did my best to hound them until they sent someone out. Sending someone out meant paying overtime and they were too cheap for that. Maybe three times they sent someone out in the year I was there. I tried to help and have basic mechanical skills but I am limited in my abilities to help.
So you saw a lot of misery. But with 150-200 people there, and you with a (remarkably) open compassionate attitude, I'm guessing you also saw some good people trying hard to make good lives. Can you recall some things that pleasantly surprised you? Oh yea there were plenty of people who just had slipped in life and they were working hard as fuck to make it back in their lives and when bad shit happened to them I just felt horrible because I knew they were working. One big success story was that guy James who mopped the floors, he helped out anyway he could around the building. Whenever pipes would burst he would be there to mop up the floor and put buckets down. He would wash and wax floors. He got back on his feet. Got a job. And because of all of the work her put in around the building the building manager actually paid his rent for a year. I would say 2/3 of the residents were hard working people who either were injured or just kept fucking up and ended up there.
What was the most dangerous situation you were put in? There were plenty of times I had to defend myself. One time in particular a couple was walking into the lobby to go up to their apartment. Another couple came up behind them (who did not live there) and tried to snatch the ladies purse and beat up the guy. I hopped over the desk and had to "L" the one guy out until he agreed to leave. I saw his lady Friend reach into her purse and pull out a knife at which point I let them go. They left and I called the police. I believe they were caught later. I HATE bullies and to see that just pissed me off.
What is "L"? It is a choke hold. Looks almost like a sleeper hold. One arm goes across the throat and the other one behind the head. It immediately shuts off the airway.
"L"? Sorry it must be something we called it growing up.
Kill niggers. The funny thing is, the couple who was doing the robbing was white..
What? o.o. I explained it above, it was a chokehold. I am sure it has many names.
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What was the biggest moral decision you had to make there? and how great was the racial tension between you and the majority black population there? Moral decision....that is a tough one. I would say always just trying to remain unbias no matter how shitty a particular resident had treated me. I was threatened pretty much on a weekly basis. I just brushed it off. But the next week they would usually be apologetic (and sober) and would ask for some kind of help. There wasn't too much racial tension. It wasn't like they hated me because I was white. Once they got to know me and realized I had grown up in Baltimore and was not just some rich ohio state student they started to accept me. However I was called "cracker" and "honky" on a regular basis and I had to explain to them that this wasn't "the jeffersons" and those words dont sting anymore.
What was the craziest thing you saw? There are a lot. I wouldn't say this was the craziest. I mentioned my craziest in a previous post. A particular resident was really off the hook. Let's call him E. He was addicted to crack and would wander the streets all night and just steal from people (how this guy survived this is beyond me) but he would show up every night with a cart full of stolen goods/shit he found in the dumpster and try to sell it to me. I started calling him Bubbles but he didnt get the reference. The craziest thing was probably this twenty something year old guy who had alot of women in and out of his apt. One day during the day shift (I wasnt there but saw on camera later) a girl came and started arguing with him in the lobby. He beat her within an inch of her life. Closed fist punches and everything. Once she was on the ground he booted her right in the jaw. Teeth and blood were everywhere. When I had gotten to work I noticed the stain and asked the working second shift what that was and he said it was the womans blood.
"He just waltzes in there, and becomes the king of the carts. What the fuck does he think I'm supposed to do? " Yea man I am from Baltimore, so any chance I get to quote the wire. I take it. I actually did a project at OSU which involved videos and references to The Wire...
What is the story that you would most like to share with us? There are plenty of stories. There was alot of crazy stuff there. I mentioned some already. One story that comes to mind was with this resident nicknamed Frog. He was hooked on crack. Right before I left he got hooked on bath salts which is a rising craze among addicts because it doesnt show up on piss tests. He attempted to commit suicide and almost jumped but the fire dept saved him. While I was there two people jumped (1 survived). Two guys died from medical reasons. One guy died from going fishing on a boat while drunk as hell and falling in the water and did not know how to swim. A lot of misery there.
What do they do with bath salts and how does this get one high? Haha I am still learning tryin to figure it out. From what I have been told you snort em and it is just like a coke high. I hope your not gonna go out and start snorting haha, shit will fuck you up.
Was there a housing police force that policed the area? If not, was it just the city police force? Yea, they came by usually once a night. But they were pretty much rent a cops even though one was cool and former Air Force. They were not armed. Pretty much stopped by every night around 2 AM to take a shit in the employee bathroom haha.
>One day the cop arrested CT for a humble. Do you mean that the cop's intent was to humble CT, or is "humble" some kind of slang for an amount of drugs or something like that? Its slang, sorry its habit. It means a minor misdemeanor charge (i.e. disturbing the peace etc.)
What is the drug scene like in a project high-rise? Is it run of the mill crack and impure heroin? Or since it's Ohio is meth a big deal? Not much meth. Mostly crack and heroin. We had dealers come in and pay residents to move in with someone else so they could just set up shop in an apt and people would go right there. They would usually last a couple of weeks and word would get out and they would either leave or be kicked out. Like I said the police were useless. While I was working, there were two big drug guys everyone would go to for their shit. One used to be a cat burglar who would pay hookers so he could go down on them (not the other way around haha), and the other was more of a stone cold dealer, never talking unless he needed too and people respected him.
1) Did the residents ask you for money/handouts? 2) Did you ever give money to residents? 3) Ever get mugged/robbed or items stolen while on the job? 1.)ALL THE TIME! haha. every night it was "hey john, you got a dolla?" Usually people would come with four quarters and ask for a "hard dollar" because the dealers didn't like change 2.) No, I would sometimes give change for a dollar if i knew they were using it for laundry 3.) No but someone did put nails under my tires so that they would go flat. One of them did, I was lucky all four didnt. I was careful to keep all my stuff locked up and my car within sight in the parking lot.
>Hey john, you got a dolla I need dolla dolla....dolla is what I need.
Did you ever have to take the witness stand in court for something that went down during your shift? After that attempted robbery the columbus police took my info but I was never called. The guy who was working during the beating of that woman was asked to be a witness but turned it down. He was changing jobs soon and didnt want the hassle.
Good luck, and congrats. My wife's an LISW, MSW, from OSU. edit I had asked first if graduation was in June, then remembered OSU is switching to semesters, from quarters, and it all made sense. You going to go to grad school at OSU? No. I am moving back to Baltimore and going to grad school at the University of Maryland. Not at OSU. They are still on the quarter system so technically they have 3 or 4 graduations a year. I planned it so I graduated this quarter so I can get a jump start on getting a job.
This is off topic but I'm thinking about joining the military to help pay for college. Are you happy with your decision to do so? I do not regret the experience. I do regret not being more prepared to handle my recruiters. The GI Bill was def worth it but make sure when you go in you are doing what you want to do and not what your recruiter nudges you to do. What branch are you considering?
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Did you like Seattle? Loved it..I was a lacrosse coach on bainbridge island...I have a lot of great memories out there.
Were the police shown the video evidence? what did they say about it? What is the reasoning behind them not making an arrest? Yes they were shown evidence...they said I detective would be along Monday to investigate further....no detective showed up....it happened multiple times.
Jeez. How many justified arrests were made while you worked there in comparison to all the crime that was going on? Honestly, one. A guy named E who I compared to Bubbles from "The Wire" was arrested one time for selling stolen goods. It was some shameful shit. Cops were there almost every weekend but no arrests were ever made.
Sounds weird.. but has someone ever died while you were working? Natural or otherwise? Oh shit...I almost forgot. This did happen. I think my second month working there. A woman came in looking for her brother. I called up to his apt but there was no answer. She said that no matter what he always had lunch with their brother every saturday and he had not shown up or answered his phone. I got a sinking feeling when she said that. I called the police (this had to happen for me to go into someones apt without their permission) they came and I opened the door and saw this guy laying there. He was dead and I had to go down there and console his sister and nephew.
Oh man, that sucks for them. You ever find out what it was from? He had heart problems. I asked around and people told me it was a heart attack but I never saw a medical report or anything.
So what's the solution? There is no solution really. I could take it on a case by case basis but it is up to the people to want to change. Believe it or not some people loved that existence and did nothing to better their situation no matter how much I tried to advocate for them. They would just keep making excuses. It's sad really.
If you had the capability, would you dust off and nuke the whole site from orbit? No haha, although after some rough nights I wish I could. I did joke that we should somehow get the drug dogs into the building for a surprise raid and I would sit outside in a lawn chair drinking beer and laugh at how many drugs are thrown out the windows..
My dad worked at a liquor store across the street from the projects, he always had a gun on him, in plain sight did you do the same? No I never carried a gun. I am pretty good with my hands (boxing, wrestling etc.). I know the corner store workers by the projects here had a gun. A guy came back pissed off because the store owners pulled the gun on him for apparently no reason. I didnt believe the guy at first but I could see how distraught he was. I felt bad for him.
Which do you think comes first; homelessness or addiction? Addiction definately. Most of the residents were referred there from a local shelter called the faith mission. None of the ones I talked to that used to be homeless were clean while they were homeless.
Sorry, read through a little bit more and wanted to ask another question. You're from Baltimore, where the drug trade and problems with the city was much publicized by The Wire (and David Simon in general). Then, you worked in Columbus, which I think most people would be surprised had a ghetto at all. Anyway, do you think the publicity of Baltimore's inner city helped it? Does Columbus struggle to get help/resources because of an out of sight/out of mind mentality? Or, do you think it has no effect at all? Lastly, I'm assuming you're white because of your white flight comment. Did race play any role in how the tenants treated you? The only thing "the wire" helped was to open up people's eyes to a society they had no idea was 10 mins away from their fed hill rowhome. I have not seen any reform or resources thrown to the west side of Baltimore since the wire came on the air although the ports which were focused on in season 2 seem to be doing a little better. Columbus's west side has its own reputation which is very well known. Politicians know about it. However right now it is going through a gentrification process. A casino is being built and I believe 2 public housing complexes have been destroyed (dont quote me on that figure, I know of one for sure Riverside Bradley). The projects that I worked in are scheduled for demolition but the date keeps getting pushed back so who knows. Some resources such as section 8 housing vouchers are being thrown their way but besides that there is a long way to go. FInally race did play a big role at first and in time that dwindled. At first they assumed I was a cop because I was white, and then people took a long time to warm up to me which I expected. After they realized I was not just some rich Ohio State University kid whose mommy and daddy paid for everything they warmed up to me pretty quick. I said before that racial terms like Honky and Cracker and Whiteboy were thrown around but they never affected me.
So, I notice a lot of negative questions, which is normal, but as someone who spent years living in and around the projects I always was impressed by the underground economics of the place. The residents are seriously very ingenuitive and find interesting ways to make money (fixing things that are FUBAR, getting ppl. free cable, making homemade meals for lunch etc...). What are some interesting ways you saw people making money? Also, as far as gangs go, did you notice the gangs and other organizations helping to police the community, or in your eyes were just making everything worse? Oh many the economy of the projects was amazing. You nailed it. People would make money doing anything. Some people would clean your apartment. There was one guy who would fix your car, another who would wash it. Women would do your hair. One sign I saw hung up offered to actually bathe people (this included a foot scrub and cleaning behind the neck haha). There was always a way for people to make money. As far as gangs go, there was not too much activity in the actual project. Dealers were there, however gangs were not their muscle at least in the building. In the surrounding communities they were active. However the dealers did try to help the residents. They bought a TV for the lounge area, they would order the boxing fights and throw parties, and they would order pizza for random people and sometimes even pay peoples rent. However if you got in debt to the dealers you better believe you would do your damndest to pay them back. As long as you were on their good side you were fine. However, I have digressed. To your question of self policing, most of the time this is what happened. People would fuck up and others would either help or punish whoever was involved. Police were called quite often but it was mostly for minor squabbles. I hope I answered your question.
Did any of the statues or props in the inner city houses come to life overnight? Naaa I dont think the golden tablet was there...probably stolen by one of the fiends and pawned.
To my knowledge there is really only one true high rise projects in Columbus, by osu east? Is this where you worked? Assuming you went to osu, how would you compare where you worked to the section 8 around campus? The one I worked at u can see it from 315. It is called sunshine terrace. I'm not sure if there are others..its on the westside by mt carmel west. I did not hang out too much by the on campus housing I live up in Dublin. So I can't compare.
Also a question. ive done work with at-risk kids in these kinds of projects. Are there any programs in place by you to help keep the kids off the streets, and out of the whole poverty cycle? There were not any kids in these projects except for maybe those that visited on weekends. We had one little guy call 911 and hang up in the lobby and all kids of cops and fire engines showed up. I do work with at risk youth at my internship and there are alot of programs to help them get off the streets. Two are LiFE Sports and Camp Mary Orton's Wilderness bond program. Both can be found online..
Why is it relevant that you're white? Its not. I was just putting it in the title to get people's attention...it worked.
Did you ever have any homo erotic experiences with any of the people that lived there? Aaaaaaalllllll the time....jjjjjuuusssstttt kkiidddiiinngg....there wasnt too much man love but I knew for sure three gay guys who lived there....its not exactly the most welcoming demographic.
Were there any kids growing up there? No..kids would visit on the weekends and stuff but there were no kids living there.
Mine is..... Nice...just recently discovered the band I love their shit. Although you could be a Dicken's lover haha.
Why did you feel the need to call out that you are white? Gotta be honest on this one. It was kind of a big deal with people around here knowing that I was a white guy working in a predominately black housing project. I could care less either way but it was just habit I suppose..
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