Aladdin Sane

Last week three guys were parked in front of my house smoking a fatty. I live on a very quiet, tree-lined street just north of the university campus. Why they picked my little slice of urban paradise as their party place, I'll never know. If it were up to me, their doobie dalliance would not have been interrupted. However, my next door neighbor is a police detective. His wife spotted their illegal activity and he gave a call to his buddies down at the station. He walked out into his yard to watch them until the arrival of his on duty counterparts. The three unwitting dudes made the mistake of not only trying to leave, but of using my neighbor the police detective's driveway to turn their car around. At that point, my neighbor confronted them and held them until the other police arrived.

The upside is that they'll have quite a story to tell their parents. And their grandchildren. I mean, how many guys choose the street in front of a police detective's house to smoke doobiage?

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