26 Jul 2012
There was a police cruiser that crashed on my friend Jenny’s street in the middle of the night recently. Pieces of the car were found IN A TREE. Naturally, neighbors gathered the next day to discuss.
Jenny: Well, at least it happened at 2 in the morning and not during rush hour.
Other neighbors: Oh yeah, you’re right, blah blah, etc.
(A few minutes later)
Crackhead neighbor: HEY. I ain’t callin you OLD or nothing, but me and my husband are out clubbing until 3, 4, 5 in the mornin, and people are out drinkin and drivin and we don’t need no high speed chase.
Jenny: (eyes bugging out) Oh, ok.
Crackhead neighbor: Yeah, and my baby’s room faces the road, and I can’t afford to have something happen to her because I can’t have no more babies!
She also implied that if the cops knew she was talking about them, they would kill her.