guns and broken window panes
I woke up with a gun in my face.
I do not possess the emotion fear waking up. Or much in the way of smarts. So my reaction was to slap the gun aside and snarl, Get that thing out of my face.
The cop pointing the gun was not too happy about that. He kept backing up so I could not smack his gun again. And he kept trying to shush me. Shh. Shhh. Which was not working.
A lot was not working for him that night. One was the surly teenage girl he had at gun point on her aunt’s couch. Another was, he was in the wrong house. But he did not know that yet.
My cousins being the hooligans they were had broken out a glass window pane in a door. So the police responding to some sort of crime in progress call and seeing a broken out door pain [at the wrong house good one guys] thought they were really in the right place. Till they drew down on a surly asleep girl on the couch who came up smacking guns and growling.
Kind of a bad night for officers of the law.
I give them points for not shooting me.