Blackfeather
When the doorbell rang at four o'clock in the morning, I knew the cop had seen my license plate.
When the doorbell rang at four o'clock in the morning, I knew the cop had seen my license plate.
The flashing red and blue lights told me definitively I was no longer a college student.
I was crying and shaking as the police collected evidence and questioned me about the suspect, but all I could think about was the fact that they were tracking mud all over my freshly mopped hardwood floors.
The best part of getting lost and following a state trooper is watching him pull over drunk drivers.
When security arrived, I was bloody, shaking, bruised and crying and they asked me, "Are you okay?"
Crying doesn't always get you out of a speeding ticket once a cop has pulled you over, but it does help if you happen to be dressed as a clown at the time.
When my best friend and the love of my life were both taken into police custody for the same crime, the saddest part was admitting to myself I knew who had done it.
As the fire grew larger and larger and the dumpster grew ablaze, I felt only the heat of guilt as my friend stared remorsefully out the window when the police arrived.