There was a knock on my door, not one of those little taps but a powerful strong pound, the kind where you can sense that there is trouble on the other side, the knock that you know no one you know has, where you're almost too afraid to answer, you'd rather shut all the lights off and hide under the table kind of knocks, I answered the door cautiously to see two older gentlemen standing in suits and ties, one was tall and slender with a thick mustache draping down almost into the opening of the mouth, and the other short and stocky with the hair neatly trimmed above the ears and maybe 30 strands of long hair combed to the side up over his bald spot on the top of his head, I must add they looked very suspicious, "What do you want," I said sternly "We're looking for Desiree!" just a minute then I slammed the door in their faces, I looked to my family that was gathered around, and asked whether I should continue or make an excuse for me not being here, their presence scared me, sent chills down my spine, goose bumps galore so many that could make me lie, "Just answer the door," mom said. So I opened it back up And welcomed them in, They proceeded to tell me That they were undercover cops For the Sheriffs Department Here in Owego NY, My eyes got so huge my heartbeat raced so fast I began to panic deciding if I should run from them like I did twice before, fear was in my veins. "Oh my god, what did I do?" Relief came so quickly when I was told they were looking for Justin! those po po's ask so many questions some I could not answer some I didn't want to answer, I paused for a while before I said a thing, took time out just to think… I don't like cops all that much and I never rat but this was different though, this was my son's father, the one who betrayed me, and to think that he once drove his illegal car, the one with no plates registration or insurance, got into a high speed chase with an enemy, and practically got rammed off the side of the road, then drove back home and because of his drunken stupor, called the pigs… the cops arrived and because he wasn't thinking about his illegal mess and because we both had the same make and model cars except for different colors, and he didn't want to get arrested for the 9th trillion time, I took the initiative to make up a completely false statement That was documented. Officer I was driving MY car (the one that's legal) and some guy tried ramming his car into mine…. And blah blah blah…. I could have rotted in a jail cell So many times for this asshole, so many incidents occurred that could have jeopardized my some what of a future. Now I'm suppose to stand up for him? uhh uhhhh! I don't think so!!! "He lives over on Fredrick St., officer, Works over at the factory on Broad St, Lives with Jamie the stripper, What's his warrant out for?" "Violating parole and probation. Here's my business card If you have any further information Leading to his arrest please contact us." "Ok, thank you have a wonderful day!"
Reason for writing:
This happened to me this morning. My life never has a dull moment!
Birth sign: Virgo
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