“When men are pure, laws are useless; when men are corrupt, laws are broken.”
Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)

So wednesday I go over to the Lair of the Vixen. As we come in we can hear some voices outside. I think, “Meh, some hood cats running their yaps.” She goes over to the window and says, “Look!” I think, “They fightin?” No…No, No, No.

Some dudes in a Rover look like they are about to leave the parking lot, too bad for them that:
10+ plain clothes cops are jumping the fence.
7 unmarked cars have blocked the streets.
2 marked cars are behind them.
A Swat Truck is behind the cars.
A helicopter is circling.
A Swat Team is approaching the fence with their shields up.

COTDAMN

As we’re watching there comes a knock at the door, which is weird cause you have to get buzzed in. A second knock and mosey on over to see what the deal is. Four plain clothes cops in the hall. I open the door to see what the deal is. Basically the roommate of the Vixen has the same name of the girlfriend of a dude that was not in the Rover and is still in fact in the building. They request entrance to check for a person. Being that I no longer engage in any illegal activites and the Vixen is a saint…mostly we let them in, they check, no person, they bounce. They later find dude on the top floor with…oh hell check it out here. Too bad I didn’t have my camera or I would have got better shots than these crappy ones with my phone.

I also learned that I’m too hood and too city. Vixen was kinda bothered by it. I had went through my mind, processed the applicable laws, checked off my guilt free status and moved on. I think I may have had a little too much police interaction in my life time.