Murder! Rape! Parking!

Yesterday I went to interview with a potential roommate to see if we would get along and stuff. Which is fine, I made the 4 hour trip out there, and he corrected my mapquest directions as those would have taken me an extra 1-2 hours to get there. So i get close, I'm cruising around, checking out the neighborhood, Call him again to get more specific directions, get there and start looking for a parking spot. Around the block, nothing. Around the next block, nothing. There's a car behind me, so I try turning in a difernt direction, still nothing. Then as I get onto a 2 way road with barely enough room for someone to go around me, the car behind me turns on their "We're the police" lights.

Apparently in chicago looking for a parking space is considered suspicious activity. So they had ran my brand new (just got 'em yesterday) plates through the system and came up empty. So obviously the car is stolen. All because in Illinois computers take their time to register certain facts.

I hand them my brand new Illinois receipt for my brand new illinois plates and insurance, and my old license. Still wondering why they would think anybody would steal a 1996 buick Lesabre with a leaky gas tank and in need of some pretty heavy body work. So they're grilling me about why I'm in the area, and since I don't know the guys exact address, I can't give it to them when they ask where I'm going. So they grill me to see why I'm in town, they grill me to see if the car is stolen, they grill me to see if I'm dealing. (I wanted to ask them if I was dealing, why would I drive a POS like this?) Then instead of saying anything about how they were sorry for taking up my time, pulling me over, etc. They just walk back to their car and turn off the lights. Leaving me to assume they were done with me, but not explicitly telling me that they were, or that my plates checked out ok, or even to "Have a good night".

SO I got to the interview a little later than I had hoped, but took the 10 cent tour and instantly loved the apt. It seemed to go well, and after living in this armpit of homogeniosity (if that's a word) the neighborhood seems to be what I'm looking for. In the building I'll hopefully be living in, almost every couple is either gay or interracial. Within walking distance I found three bars of each of the main types. Irish, sports, gay, dance club, serious drinker, and bar/restaurant.

The building is really quiet, which will probably make me a little nuts, but I'm planning on being there as little as possible since I need to find work etc.

I really hope I get this apt. He has two more interviews to do, and I'll know for certain on saturday night. But unless he was just getting my hopes up.. he hasn't been impressed with any of the other candidates so far and my chances are good.