Chapter Two The Cops Commeth

Chapter Two:

Ok where was I. So my neighbors have been living there about 6 years and the house looks bad. Well the rest of the story. About a month ago, I was sitting in my chair in the living room on a Tuesday night. By the way I live on a dead end street, but it does have a dirt road leading to the highway. So not a lot of traffic, we notice when car come by. I’m sitting there watching a hockey game on the tube, when my wife says “I think some one is here.” So I look out the front door while still in my chair and notice car parking lights about 40 yards away parked at my mailbox. I realized then O Shit it’s the cops!!!!! So, I immediately get up and go to the door and get on my porch to talk to the officer.
If you ever have the cops come to your house, always meet them on your porch. My wife and friends have all graduated with criminal justice degrees and I have a lot of cops I know. Your porch is consided you curtilage, don’t go in the yard. Anyway. Once on the porch I notice one officer is coming straight at me and another has parked his car in my driveway, and coming toward the other side of the porch. They look like they are gonna arrest somebody. HOLLY SHITTTT!!!! I know I haven’t done a thing!!!! By the way these are Sheriff Deputies. The one coming at me yells “3995”. I thought he’s talking to dispatch about something. Then he yells it again “3995 . HOLLY SHIT HE TALKING TO ME!!!!!
I’m thinking in my head 3995 what does this mean. And I search again in my head. I don’t even have one clue!!!! It’s like some kinda code I guess. So to be helpful to the officers I say “May I help you”? I thought it was the only proper thing to say, since I did not understand their numbering system. At which point both officers grab for their GUNS!!!!!
I’M GONNA DIE!!!! This is also the county where you can shoot a man in the back and its self defense. Go figure it is the Deep South, Buford Pusser was a legend.
Luckily at this point the officer say “is this 3995”! OOOO I see now 3995 is and address. Two little words can make a big difference. I told the officers NO this is 4001. So I directed where I thought 3995 was, and they lit outta my yard like they were Roscco P. Coltrane.
I wasn’t gonna drink that night, but hell I gotta have a 6 pack.

OK so this had nothing to do with my neighbors, but it leads to the rest of the story!!! And state of mind.

MORE TO COME.