The first thing I heard was a huge gun blast; so shocking and close, that I slammed the computer shut, and dropped to the floor in a flash. It's because I'm partly black, isn't it? /stereotype I got up, and looked outside.
SWAT Team.
Outside my house.
Seriously.
Two big, black vehicles. Several unmarked cars. One Sheriff car, and someone being whisked away in handcuffs (from next door). People dressed in thick armor, helmets, full masks, gloves, boots, and big artillery.
DAMN.
Where the hell do I live, Detroit?
And if I told you that this is not the first time this has happened, would you believe me? Last time they 'dropped by' if was for my house. It was a case of mistaken identity though; but watching men dressed in black armor morph out of the bushes with big guns? Just as unsettling at you might think.
