That loud fucking knocking, man. Last I heard it was when I was taking a shower like, couple years ago. Got out, fuckin cop at my door. I answer in a godamn towel. He says "How long have you lived here?"
I say, "Uh, like 5 years?"
"And who owns the property?"
I tell him the name of the guy I'm renting from.
"Uh, OK... is this ___ S Harbor St?"
"No."
"Oh, Ok"
Then he leaves. Dude was coming to evict someone at some property, and got the wrong address.
That same month cops shot a dude in my town. That house pictured? I bicycle past it like everyday, man. Makes me think, did they need to shoot him? Were they even arresting the right person at the right house? What if I was biking past at that time, would they have shot me?
Police in the U.S. get 3 months of training before they start walking the streets with a badge and a gun.
- fucking. months.
come to think of it, the cop looked a lot like This one.