The Code is Almighty wrote:Marsupialized wrote:I would have never answered the door in the first place, I have had this exact thing happen...cops banging on the door. Happened at 9am about 2 weeks ago. I looked out the window, saw a cop and went back to bed. Nothing I wanna get involved with. I'll never know what they wanted. Fuck them. If it's serious enough they'll find me some other way where I can't get away or ignore them. Till then the cops can eat a dick if they think I am willingly going to open my door and speak to them, ever under any circumstances.
This scares the hell out of me.
So I hear the doorbell at about 9am this morning. I go downstairs and open the door and there's this huge Cook County sheriff standing there. The first thing I think is "Oh fuck, I'm going to jail." Not that I feel like I've done anything recently that would put me in jail, it's just; who the hell knows when something from the past 30 years is going to bite me in the ass.
So after that second of dread, for whatever reason, I thought "oh, maybe he's here to give me a job, or interview me for something." I have no idea why this crossed my mind, maybe because I've been applying to gov't stuff this past week.
So, after two second of him staring me down he says, "what's your name?" I tell him and he pauses again and tells me that they're looking for some guy named Jared. He pulls out a picture and shows it to me, but I don't recognize the guy. I tell him I've been in the apartment here awhile and don't remember ever seeing him. He asks how long, and I tell him since 2005.
So, it's been a minute or so and I guess he's ready to leave, but I can feel him still trying to scope me out. He's says goodbye, then says "nice bunny slippers by the way." I stutter and say thanks, and he says "check these slippers out Chad!" Out jumps this other cop from the side of the door and out of view, scared the crap out of me. He laughs too and they're on their way.
So, I talked to the police today.
I've seen the bridges burning in the night.