twonicus

so it seems i cannot escape the long, bullying arm of the law's metaphorical wedgie. NARC cops came into my store today berating me with questions about cigars at first...like if i knew were to get cubans (i do, but i'm not gonna, cubans are overrated, HIGHLY overrated), if we sold cubans under the table, blah blah blah, get to the point pork rind. so finally they get around to asking their questions, which pertain to the narcotics trade in/around my apartment building. i stonewall them in my overly polite/passive aggressive way ("i'm sorry officer, i wish i could be more of a help, but i've never seen anything illegal happening, if i notice anything or smell any of that 'mary-wana' i'll be sure to call right away"). also, just to twist the dildo a bit, i drop a hint that i'll say something if they buy a nice cigar (or four) and they do. they spend close to $100 on 4 sticks of tobacco. i thank them kindly and go back to my inventory list. they stared at me hard for a few minutes. i smiled and asked if they needed anything else. they just walked out. that felt awesome. i almost wish i actually had information to withhold just so i could feel more justified in my uncooperative-ness. anyway, that's all i got for now. pancakes are yummy. don't mess with the people who deliver/prepare your food, you WILL regret it.

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