LOL but not jailed...guess what for?
CAR PROWLING!
YUP
I was a fugitive for about 5 min.
That's how long it took someone to see me try the handle on
a car door, and call the law.
OKOKOKOK!
I'll tell you the rest...
See what they all didn't know was that I left my phone in that car earlier today.
I found my friend's house and he wasn't home, I spied my phone and stupidly tried the door to see if it was locked.
Moments later I found myself on the ground.
After a short conversation and a thorough background check, he gave my Id back, made fun of my coat and let me go and now I have a new friend.
As soon as I got to the cafe a few of the fellows started in about "I hate cops!"
I let them say what they had to say and when asked I had to tell them that I have never been harassed in any way by Portland cops.
I'm dealing with cops all the time...I bet some of them know what I'm up to a lot more than most of you do!
Besides, my grandfather was a career homicide detective in San Antonio Texas when people wish ill on the police I can only imagine my grandmother crying.
Alls well that ends well.
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My parents met in jail in the bay area, CA.
No, really.
OK, so they were both police officers, but that's not a story that catches people's interest. However, it explains my overly cautious and rather strict upbringing.
That's right; my mom - the one you're in love with - was a coppah! She was also a meter maid, booking attendant, deputy's assistant, bailiff, fraud investigator, and private investigator. So I know most cops are pretty cool... however, I don't know that they should have kids.
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