Switching to a Piers Nivans from Resident Evil 6 theme, because fuck you Piers is awesome.
By the way Kiba and Akamaru are lame.
Wanna join the fad? I'll make you a lame sig for the character of your choosing.
So like any other angsty foo on the website, my living situation ain't exactly the most charming. This particular night, I didn't want to listen to my drunk stepdad yell at my mother, so I said "fuck it", put on my favorite pants and jacket, slipped my throwing knives in my back pocket, got my shitty black kicks on, and walked out the door for a pleasing midnight stroll. One lap around my street and the one neighboring it, and I pop in for a quick break (with the yelling continuing, might I add), and go back out for another route, this one on a sidewalk by a main road.
Usually this main road is filled with traffic, but at 1 in the morning, not so much. A few cars, surprisingly no hecklers, and even a handful of cops drove by. At a certain point, I decide to turn around and head back the way I came. Relatively peaceful. Saw a cop pull over a guy in a side-street, even. Passing said street, a white modern Mustang copcar passed me on the opposite side of the road, turning into the very street I live on in front of me, before coming back out of it a few seconds later. I'm just about 10 yards away from my street when he flashes his lights and slowly pulls over to the curb next to me. Obviously it was for me, but I know I haven't done anything wrong, so I come to a halt beside his car and politely waited for him to step out or roll down the window.
To my oh-so-fortunate luck, he steps out of the car, and starts walking around to me on the sidewalk. Our exchange goes a lil' something like this:
Cop: Hey man.
Me: *nods with a slight smile* (appearing friendly and all that) Hello, officer.
C: You doing alright?
C: What'cha out here for?
M: Just out for a walk, officer.
C: Where you live?
M: **** **** (Suck it.)
C: Oh, okay, so it's like right over there. So, were you trying to get some exercise, fresh air...?
M: My stepdad was getting drunk and yelling at my mother, so I came out to clear my head. Get away from it.
C: Ahh. Is everything alright there?
M: I hope so, I was just on my way to go back, really.
C: Alright. You got an ID on you?
M: No sir. (No need for it.)
C: Any weapons on you?
M: No sir. (I FUCKING LIED, OKAY, MY THROWING KNIVES WERE STILL IN MY BACK POCKET.)
C: Alright. I just wanna-...something in your hand?
M: No sir. (I hold it out and show him. My hand was hovering over my front pocket and kinda curled, so he thought I was holding something. It's a habit.)
C: Ah, okay. Just looked like you were holding something. Anyway, I just wanna get your name and birthday, verify who you are.
M: Fine by me.
I tell him my details, he steps back in his car and types it in the computer. Gonna be a while, I think, so I slowly step back and lean against the wall behind me. Admittedly, I was a little nervous, because you know I kinda lied about carrying weapons, but I know I haven't done anything wrong to warrant an arrest, so I activate my ginger abilities and calm my nerves a bit. Got a little hot, too, and was tempted to take off my jacket, but I know that would have looked suspicious and show my sweaty forearms and give the cop the wrong idea, so I keep it on. A minute and a half later, he's steps back out and walks around the car again. I make no movement as he approached me.
C: Alright, man, you're all good. Thank you for your cooperation.
M: Of course, officer. Just doing your job, I understand. (in a friendly tone, might I add. No snark or anything silly.)
C: You have a good night.
M: You too.
And then I walked off and we were k. I couldn't help but grin like an idiot when I walked onto my street.
Moral of the story? Shave my beard next time I go out for a late-night walk so I don't look like a mugger or rapist. Annnnd maybe don't carry my throwing knives on me.
...WHAT, THEY WERE FOR PROTECTION. I'M A PALE, SKINNY GINGER WITH A SLIGHT HOURGLASS FIGURE, AFTER ALL.