This is good, because a couple weeks ago, a cop banged on my door and asked if I was "Ok, owing to that I hadn't gotten my mail in two weeks."
He had a dog with him, not sure if drug dog, but it lost its shit when I opened the door (I grow my own medicine), and the cop said that was weird and asked if he could take a look around. I said, "Not without a warrant, sir."
Moved plant + extraneous materials. Next week he comes back with a warrant, friends and dog, looks around, dog going crazy about my closet, which had nothing in it. Says to his friend under his breath, "This closet is tiny, can't be our guy." Looks at my purple heart on the wall, tells me he used to be in the Navy, thanks me for service, tells me, "Just be careful, distribution is a bad idea."
"Distribution of what?" I say.
Dog still losing its shit, they smile, shake my hand and leave.
I was so fucking weirded out.
Verily, I have often laughed at weaklings who thought themselves proud because they had no claws.
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