When you're sleeping in the back of an SUV in the parking lot of a church in Portland Oregon there are few things that get your heart racing quite like being woken up at 3 a.m. with a flashlight on your face and someone yelling "Open up, it's the police!" Oh, and it's probably not the best move to reach for your keys that are underneath your pillow to electronically unlock the doors before opening them. |
Friday, June 02, 2006
Freedom's just a stupid superstition
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That happened to me in Mountain View, WY once. I was in a grocery store parking lot but there was a bank in close proximity.
After he checked my ID, the cop told me there had been several attempts at burglary at the bank. Apparently, the cat burglar would take a cat-nap just outside the scene of the crime before he struck, which made me a prime suspect.
Move along, move along. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
So what happened? You realize you can't leave the end of the story like that...
Fu** tha police!
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