So I almost had a nice little rude awakening today. Even though I'm just a small-fry little lowly personal drug consumer, I thought for sure they were after me today. See... I was outside taking a couple puffs on the vape pen this morning when I started to hear some sirens in the neighborhood, and it sounded like they were blocking off the intersections. Okay... I've seen American Gangster. I know how Richie got Frank. My heart started to beat a little bit. Then I hear bloodhounds. My heart sank. They were setting up for a raid and they were coming after me, I just knew it. The dogs and the sirens started to get closer, coming further into my neighborhood, penetrating my sanctity. It was worse than a raid. It was a manhunt, they were cordoning off blocks getting tighter and tighter and they were circling around my particular block. I take that as my cue to turn around to head inside, and then, that one moment you see when you watch COPS, that instant the dude's heart rips in half when the police are surrounding him and they're screaming "GET ON THE GROUND!!!" That glorious, wonderful moment. They got the guy. Turns out there had been a wanted fugitive in the area and he ran when they pulled his car over.
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