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Fandyien
But Otto, what about us? Registered User regular
But Otto, what about us? Registered User regular
You guys ever start your day off with a pre-noon series of bizzare events? Do you guys think that strange goings on can set the tone for the whole day? Because if they can, today is gonna be weird
So I am sitting in my room, smoking a bowl-pack and listening to buffalo springfield, much like any other morning at 9:50; the doorbell rings. Ain't no thing, I think, I see a lawnmower in my driveway and assume it's some dude just tryin' to mow my lawn. I ignore it.
I go into my kitchen, and the dude with the lawnmower is in my fuckin' driveway, fucking with my fence and looking into my garage. Okay, I think at first, this ain't nothin', he's just seeing if we're in the yard to ask if we need work done, right?
So he comes back around and rings the doorbell like ten times in a row, super fast. I don't answer again, because I'm all like, "What is this big 20 something year old black guy doing lurking around here". So anyway, I let my dog in because I don't want her to get friendly with this guy if he tries to come into the house via our back door or anything, and this fucker comes around, opens up the gate (leaving his lawnmower in my driveway and the gate open) and starts cracking around inside my garage.
At this point I call the cops, they get there while I'm on the phone with the operator within like five minutes of the dude going into my garage, and they kick down the door with their guns drawn and shit all yelling and stuff. They can't find the dude and another officer tells them the guy apparently dipped the fuck out and they nabbed him for a sec down the street, but he got away again.
So at this point I have to be in class, so I get a ride from my girlfyfriend to school and assume it's over. But then I get a call from a strange number, and it's a goddamn detective trying to pick me up at campus and drive me by the perp so I can identify him. Homeslice picks me up, we drive past the asshole who has changed clothes but is clearly the exact same dude, and I am all "10-4 dogg" and he's all "KSSSH BRING HIM DOWN TO PRECINT" and it was pretty cool.
But the real point of my story is that, for the first time ever, I have been stoned off my ass in the front seat of a cop car.
So I am sitting in my room, smoking a bowl-pack and listening to buffalo springfield, much like any other morning at 9:50; the doorbell rings. Ain't no thing, I think, I see a lawnmower in my driveway and assume it's some dude just tryin' to mow my lawn. I ignore it.
I go into my kitchen, and the dude with the lawnmower is in my fuckin' driveway, fucking with my fence and looking into my garage. Okay, I think at first, this ain't nothin', he's just seeing if we're in the yard to ask if we need work done, right?
So he comes back around and rings the doorbell like ten times in a row, super fast. I don't answer again, because I'm all like, "What is this big 20 something year old black guy doing lurking around here". So anyway, I let my dog in because I don't want her to get friendly with this guy if he tries to come into the house via our back door or anything, and this fucker comes around, opens up the gate (leaving his lawnmower in my driveway and the gate open) and starts cracking around inside my garage.
At this point I call the cops, they get there while I'm on the phone with the operator within like five minutes of the dude going into my garage, and they kick down the door with their guns drawn and shit all yelling and stuff. They can't find the dude and another officer tells them the guy apparently dipped the fuck out and they nabbed him for a sec down the street, but he got away again.
So at this point I have to be in class, so I get a ride from my girlfyfriend to school and assume it's over. But then I get a call from a strange number, and it's a goddamn detective trying to pick me up at campus and drive me by the perp so I can identify him. Homeslice picks me up, we drive past the asshole who has changed clothes but is clearly the exact same dude, and I am all "10-4 dogg" and he's all "KSSSH BRING HIM DOWN TO PRECINT" and it was pretty cool.
But the real point of my story is that, for the first time ever, I have been stoned off my ass in the front seat of a cop car.
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you asshole
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I dunno man they looked like narcs to me
They can't tell
Nobody can really tell except my girlfriend
but really, cool story
I feel bad enough about potentially sending that dude to prison, I can't imagine it being an innocent dude
What if he was stealing to pay for a medical treatment to save his kid from cancer or some shit. Way to go.
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I have no idea who he is
I live right next to like three seperate crack ghettos
There was a black dude afoot. You are just an innocent white boy. A victim
I bet the crack heads call your place the weed ghetto.
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Seriously, here in Richmond, you are 70% less likely to get arrested if you're white
This one time my girlfriend and I were trying to get into her car 'cus she had locked herself out and a cop drove by us three times while I shined a light in there and fucked with all the doors and he didn't do anything
if only the crackheads and the potheads could learn to live in peace
Centuries of strife
They are the mordor to my gondor
tangentially related story: my friend lives in baltimore and locked his keys out of his car one tuesday morning. so he's looking around all confused, and this 12 year old kid comes up to him, asks him if he locked himself out. friend says yup. then the kid reaches into his backpack, gets out one of those thin metal crowbar thingies, and jimmies the lock open in about 10 seconds, says that'll be $5. my friend gives him $20 and goes along his merry way, hoping the extra tip means his car won't be robbed any time in the future, hopefully.
more like the sodom to your gomorrah
the capulets to your montague
the las vegas to your reno
That kicks ass
That kid is a new type of gray market entrepeneur
it makes more sense than someone who considers doing meth, at least
It's not like they were gonna search my house and arrest me for a dude breakin' into my ga-rage.
I gotta be a responsible citizen, wut wut
I can at least imagine a practical reason for that; like if you need to do your taxes in forty seconds or so
Yea, I was going to say.
But then again, I smoke in my garage and it'd be an incredibly interesting situation if someone was breaking into my garage while I'm sitting there in my recliner.
I was at some dumb party, these guys had put rocks in blunts and they were putting the blunts into a bong. It didn't make any sense. I hit the bong/blunt/crack whatever thinking it was just weed, started feeling really weird, and then noticed that the blunts were really wet with something that wasn't pot. Wet and nasty with crack.