HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015450.jpg
1.08 MB
Extraction Summary
4
People
2
Organizations
2
Locations
1
Events
1
Relationships
4
Quotes
Document Information
Type:
Narrative account / evidence production
File Size:
1.08 MB
Summary
The document appears to be a page from a narrative account or memoir, stamped with a House Oversight Bates number (015450). It describes an incident where the narrator and an associate named Julius are detained by police in a parking lot at Fort Mason Center while Julius was rolling a marijuana joint. The text details the police interaction, including a search for sharp objects and the discovery of novelty police tape from the 'Saint Stupid Day Parade.'
People (4)
| Name | Role | Context |
|---|---|---|
| Narrator (I) | Subject/Author |
Sitting in passenger seat, detained by police
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| Julius | Driver/Associate |
Sitting in car, rolling a joint
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| Unnamed Police Officer | Law Enforcement |
Arresting officer, questioning the narrator
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| Alfred E. Neuman | Image/Iconography |
Likely an image on a shirt or sticker on the car smiling at the cop
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Organizations (2)
| Name | Type | Context |
|---|---|---|
| Saint Stupid Day Parade |
Source of the police tape found on the narrator
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| House Oversight Committee |
Implied by the Bates stamp 'HOUSE_OVERSIGHT'
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Locations (2)
| Location | Context |
|---|---|
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Fort Mason Center
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Parking area where the incident took place
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Nearby location the audience was leaving
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Relationships (1)
Sitting together in Julius's car after a theater event.
Full Extracted Text
Complete text extracted from the document (1,155 characters)
audience were straggling out of the theater, I was sitting with Julius in his car in the parking area at Fort Mason Center.
He was busy rolling a joint in a cigar-box on the dashboard with the map light on. There was a police car circling around in the distance, but we unwisely ignored it. Suddenly, a moment later, there was a fist knocking heavily on the passenger-side window, and a flashlight shining in my eyes.
Shit! Fuck! Caught!
We were ordered outside and, with our arms outstretched against the side of the car, with the face of Alfred E. Neuman smiling at the cop and asking, “What--me worry?” And indeed, the cop was worried. He asked me if I had anything sharp in my pockets.
“Because,” he explained, “I’ m gonna get very mad if I get stuck,” obviously referring to a hypodermic needle.
“No,” I said, “there’ s only a pen in this pocket” --gesturing toward the left with my head-- “and keys in that one.”
He found the coiled-up three feet of yellow plastic tape warning “Police Line--Do Not Cross,” and said, “Where’ d you get this?”
“At the Saint Stupid Day Parade.”
“What’ s it for?”
“To keep people away.”
HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015450
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