...I heard some motorcycles pull up out front. Then I hear a voice, "How long has this van been here?" At this point I thought it best to step outside. Its the cops. The shakes set in. It doesn't matter how long you've lived clean, or if you've always lived a clean life, cops can shake you up.
"Whats up?"
"Is this your van?"
"Yeah"
"How long has it been here?"
"Today or since I moved here?"
"Today"
"Noonish"
They hopped on their bikes and took off. I figure there must have been a hit and run, because one of the boys was looking at mt left front fender.
Didn't I tell you this is a sad ass town? Apparently there is more than one van like mine here. Actually my van is just like Bob, Bob Bitchin. "How you feelin Bob?" "Bitchin"
Next up, the time a cop gave me a ride...while hitching!
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