This Is How Crack Would Get Sprinkled On Me
The last 4 minutes of a man’s life. Warning, it’s graphic.
I was always taught to put my head on the steering wheel and and my hands at “10 and 2” when pulled over. Back in the days of yore when I used to drive regularly, I did this every time I was pulled over. I have had cops laugh at me seeing the glasses, foreign car or SUV, Alumni of University of Pennsylvania tag and abject limpness of my body to determine I was probably not their guy. It’s another reason why I love New York. It limits contact with law enforcement which is good for me.
I do know that if I were to be shot by a police officer, the story is that I most likely would have went for his weapon causing him to fear for his life. I also know that the first questions asked would be what it was I did to get myself in the situation where I went for the officer’s gun who had to kill me as he had no choice in fearing for his life. I am resigned to acknowledging that this could be my fate whenever I encounter the police.
Police Can Do Anything They Want To Me
As a dead man, I would be lucky if there was an arrest, let alone a trial and a conviction for my killer. Afterall, I was obviously a bad guy who went for his gun putting him in a life or death situation. Otherwise, why would a police officer shoot me in cold blood? This might make some angry or sad:
As for me and those like me? This is a reality that we have learned to live with. In a way, I accept it. I am going to do everything in my power to ensure there is accountability when it does happen, but I am numb to the reality. It’s pretty much life or death whenever I encounter those who I pay to protect and serve. I just prefer to laugh at the irony of the whole situation. I wonder if they would sprinkle crack on me?