So once when I was living of a suburb of the city of Seattle I think Kent Washington, I lived in an apartment complex, and I was in my room hanging up a Freddy Kruger poster or something, and there was this guy who, he kept walking out of our apartment complex building with furniture and tvs and boxes and loading them up into a truck. Which it was pretty obvious that this guy was moving I figured and I figured everyone else would figure, but apparently someone thought that because this guy was black that they should call the police on him because was probably stealing things, so they did and so the police came. And this was all right outside my window cuz I lived in the basement apartment with my mother and my dog. And so the police ran up to the guy who at the time had a huge stereo system in his arms that looked like it was pretty difficult to carry. And they ran up to him and they put a gun right on his head. And they told him to 'freeze' and the guy obviously looked pretty damn scared and unhappy that he was still carrying a huge stereo in his hands and finally they let him put it down and we went out there and asked what was wrong and they told us to get the fuck back inside our apartments. So we did and my mother thought to call our upstairs neighbor at work because she knew him. So the guy came and apparently that's why they called the police because it wasn't the guy who lived there it was his brother. But this whole time the police had a gun sticking at the guy's head and we didn't think that was very great and finally they cleared up the whole matter and apologized and we invited the guy in and gave him some lemonade and he was really sweaty and shaky.

This story is a lot better than that story, this story happened when I was nine years old. I was in grade school, I, what year was that, I don't remember what year of school that means you're in but I was nine, and I was in some class that I also don't remember any of the information from it, nor what class it was but the police came and they came into the class and they asked specifically for me. And I didn't know why and it was pretty strange and apparently when they got me outside the class they explained that I was wanted for 3rd degree assault, I think it was, it was either 3rd or 1st which ever one is not the worst, so I told them that didn't make any sense and I didn't really argue that much though cuz I was nine years old and I was pretty much scared shitless even though I know I didn't assault anybody in any degrees. So they took me to the station and I guess when I got to the station there was this other guy that was in charge of the guy that came to get me who immediately figured that there had been some big mistake and I guess what happened was that about a week earlier this kid in my apartment complex I don't remember what his name was I think it was like Chad or Sean or something, some white trash apartment complex teenager race car driving kid and he got mad at me because I said something that he didn't like and he threw my glasses into a bush so I attacked him and then he threw me on the ground and I kicked him in the stomach and then he picked me up and threw me through a plate glass window of a lower apartment and I landed in somebody's living room and I guess those people whose living room I that landed in had called the police and they didn't know who either one of us were so they got the names mixed up and they thought I was the person who threw somebody through a window but when they got me to the station they realized that probably that the nine year old kid didn't throw the sixteen year old kid through the window. So they let me go but for awhile I was pretty popular in the grade school because the police came and got me out of class cuz I was a wanted man. Or boy I guess.

- Drew