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Last night at about 11:30 I went to sleep. Only to wake up fifteen minutes later to sirens and flashing lights outside my house. Over a loud speaker I heard, “Everyone get down this is the police! Put your hands on your head and get down!” Being the curious kinda fellar I am, I ran outside in my boxers and wife beater. Parked in front of my house were 2 unmarked cars, and the Patty Wagon. It was like being in a movie! About a dozen SWAT agents came down from the house. They were decked out in all black body armor and bullet proof socks. It was amazing! One of the guys was carrying the RAM, the thing they use to break down doors, and a few of the others had big trash bags full of crack. Now I’m honestly not too sure if it was crack, but I think that was the drug of the choice in my hood. Every weekend night for the last year the sound of Jay-Z has woken me up from a dead sleep. Back and forth all night, crack head after crack head. Its fricken annoying! Have you ever had to tell a crack head to be quiet? Try it, seriously, I dare you. Telling a crack head to be quiet is like trying to explain to a 5 year old that Dora the Explorer is an immigrant. IT DOESNT” WORK! The best part about this “organization” if you want to call it that, is how dumb they operated. During the day there were taxi cabs running regular routes to this house, not to mention 3 boys on mopeds running errands all day long. Country crack heads would stop by after work. Business elite would stop by in the morning. The late night schizophrenic crack heads would wander up and down the street all night. Welfare crack head would stop by after buying groceries and ask the clerk for a $50 back. I love the welfare crack head by the way…………..I really paid for her fix! The police were apparently building a case and decided that yesterday was the day. Hopefully they will be able to get rid of these people and let me sleep in peace. However, with the way our legal system is, they will probably be back in business by tomorrow. With all this said, have a great 4/20!

THE TIM

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