I just opened up my package of 1/2 o of blackberry kush, and ten minutes later I here, POUND POUND POUND. I look out the outside window, and see an SUV with tinted windows. I'm like, jesus fucking christ. I walk down the steps and YUP, flashing a sheriff's badge through the little window above the door.
I immediately opened the door just enough to slide out and closed it behind me. They asked to come inside, and said they weren't interested in anything that I had. Coming from a cop, I was like, likely story. And so I said, that I was sorry, but my house was just so cluttered that I was embarrassed to let them in. I said I was a hoarder, and they would think I was crazy. This is not true of course, but I thought it was a pretty good explanation. I still have needles and shit all over the place from my recent days of heroin abuse, and the half ounce just sitting out in the dining room. Hell no were they coming in.
Turns out, they didn't give a fuck about me. I live in the hood, and there was a murder last weekend, and they thought the suspect was living in an abandoned house two doors down. They showed me his picture, and confirmed I'd never seen him, and that I thought the lady who owned the house had died a few years ago and it had been vacant since.
Then, we just started joking around. I told her about my new girlfriend who came over last night for the first time, and how she stepped outside to hear the first gunshots in her life. The cops and I were laughing, like, she'll get used to. Don't join a gang, and you ain't getting shot. And they confirmed that yes, that was a murder she had heard. Lovely.
But jesus, if seeing that sheriff's badge right after opening the kush scare the crap out of me.
you lucky you're white