Ray Ray
Well-Known Member
So apparently someone got iced in my little quiet neighborhood.
I left for the gym at 7:45p and at 9:30p when I pull into the neighborhood from the main road, there are cops everywhere! I mean, everywhere!! The only way I can access my house is to park two blocks around the corner, and walk.
I had my vape supplies with me, so I was just gonna chill in the car, and listen to Podcasts. But my gf convinced me not to stay outside, and go in.
Keep in mind, I'm walking with all my medicine and MFLB in this box.
As I'm walking back through my neighborhood, my stupid a** asked one of the cops, "is it cool to walk to my house?" And being 1 of 3 Blacks that live in this area among predominantly Asians, the cop follows with, "do you live here? Do you have I.D. that says you live here? Where are you coming from? [wearing gym clothes]" I answer, "yes, no, gym."
He proceeds to look my up and down, while looking at the license, then flashes the light on the box. OMG I was hoping he didn't ask "What's in the box?"
And as my luck would have it, I still have my old address on the driver's license. So, now the cop has to escort me to my house, and get someone inside to verify that I live there. Never mind, I have the keys to the front door, and why would I want to walk through a crime scene anyway? The entire time, I'm tucking my paraphernalia under my opposite arm.
That's when I said, "to hell with it, if you wanna do all of this nonsense, then I'm going to get some information out of you." That's when he told me about the crime scene, and I saw the white X5 all bloodied.
Okay, I admit it may not have been that scary, especially considering this is California and I have my Physician's Endorsement, but still that fact that someone was killed on my street, and I would not have had an answer if the cop asked me about the box.
Whew, I need a hit...
I left for the gym at 7:45p and at 9:30p when I pull into the neighborhood from the main road, there are cops everywhere! I mean, everywhere!! The only way I can access my house is to park two blocks around the corner, and walk.
I had my vape supplies with me, so I was just gonna chill in the car, and listen to Podcasts. But my gf convinced me not to stay outside, and go in.
Keep in mind, I'm walking with all my medicine and MFLB in this box.
As I'm walking back through my neighborhood, my stupid a** asked one of the cops, "is it cool to walk to my house?" And being 1 of 3 Blacks that live in this area among predominantly Asians, the cop follows with, "do you live here? Do you have I.D. that says you live here? Where are you coming from? [wearing gym clothes]" I answer, "yes, no, gym."
He proceeds to look my up and down, while looking at the license, then flashes the light on the box. OMG I was hoping he didn't ask "What's in the box?"
And as my luck would have it, I still have my old address on the driver's license. So, now the cop has to escort me to my house, and get someone inside to verify that I live there. Never mind, I have the keys to the front door, and why would I want to walk through a crime scene anyway? The entire time, I'm tucking my paraphernalia under my opposite arm.
That's when I said, "to hell with it, if you wanna do all of this nonsense, then I'm going to get some information out of you." That's when he told me about the crime scene, and I saw the white X5 all bloodied.
Okay, I admit it may not have been that scary, especially considering this is California and I have my Physician's Endorsement, but still that fact that someone was killed on my street, and I would not have had an answer if the cop asked me about the box.
Whew, I need a hit...