Being White in a NO-BEING-WHITE Zone
I needed to go buy cat food, and I was bored and had nothing to do besides. So out I go and buy cat food and on my way back home I think I have stumbled upon.....something. Very fishy. There are a bunch of dude running around, like REALLY running scattering, really, and quickly getting into a huge shiney red pick up truck. I watch while one dude leaps into the bed of the truck, and in the meantime I see one guy still bookn like the devil is chasing him up the road. I am going that way, so I have to follow him. He's carrying something in both hands. I can't quite tell what it is. At first I thought he had two guns, but then they were way too large for hand guns. Then at last he stops and turns around just at the top of the hill and I feel a bit less scared about what-ever-the-hell that was all about because he's smiling and the two things he's holding are a pair of shoes. None the less, this occured in the exact location that I have very very very often seen a cop car, and the SAME damn dudes with the cop, or COPS, depending on the number of cars. I also could see in my rear view mirror the red truck speeding away, and going really fast in a residential area (not that that is unusual around here). I pass by all the excitement, thankfully and head inside my house. There is a lot of shouting going on around the same place I just left.
I have no clue what the hell happened, but given the intensity and the frequency of the cop's visiting those guys, I have a feeling it was something illegal. And it really makes me nervous.
It's times like these that I feel really out of place in this neighborhood. I am sure hope I can move soon, and my house sells. I want to get out of here.