Jan. 17th, 2007

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So... the police came by the house today. Asking for me.

... wait, what?

Yes indeed. Just after I left for work -- apparently not 5 minutes after -- up to the doorstep comes the lieutenant of the local police department, wanting to ask me some questions. Apparently, there's been an individual prowling the neighborhood at night, rattling door handles and tapping on windows. The lieutenant said that this person had been seen running down the street and up our driveway, and she just wanted us to be aware that a lot of people in our neighborhood (such as it is -- we live on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere) have guns in their houses and are getting ready to shoot someone if they're not careful. When she asked after my whereabouts, my mother said, "Just go to the Boone Mall and look for the tall guy in black." (I've worn pretty much nothing but black for almost 10 years now.) The lieutenant's response? "Oh, this guy was wearing all black too."

...I don't know what to think. I've never had a run-in with the law exceeding the occasional traffic fine. I pretty much don't leave my room when I'm at home, and I sure as shit don't appreciate the insinuation that I'm trespassing and people are getting ready to shoot me. There's no possible way to prove that I'm doing it -- since I'm not -- but something in my gut tells me that this lieutenant is pulling some shenanigan or other. Why, I can't say. But it feels wrong.

I go to talk to her, I'm going with a lawyer. Fuck that.


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