when i was like 16 i had this friend who was a few years older than me and he was really spun out on meth one day and we were all smoking blunts at the park like the juvenile delinquents we were and he had this bandana he put over his face and started waving this knife around singing that metallica song where hes like IM FREE TO ROAM ANYWHERE except he replaced roam with "piss." he wasnt being violent but i guess none of us really thought of how some suburban parents taking a stroll through the park might interpret some thugged out looking criminal wearing a face covering and waving a knife around acting crazy af. anyways after a while we went to our friends house down the street and continued smoking in his living room and we saw sirens out front and my friends dad turned off all the lights and closed the blinds and was like NOBODYS LEAVING TIL THEY DO and the cops were driving around for like 4 or 5 hours trying to find us and we all just sat there quietly getting high til the end of the day
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That gave me a flashback of a pic of me holding a gun and a pack of bacon wearing this Nike baseball cap just looked cracked. The gun was on my friends granddads wall for ornamental use.
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