So my dad calls me at 6 somethin' this morning asking me about a random bike sitting out by my '94 Ford Explorer. He had called my sister earlier and asked her if it was hers, but it wasn't, so he called me, and I told him it wasn't mine either. Then right around 7am he calls me again and tells me that I need to come outside to talk to the cops because some random black dude decided it would be a good idea to sleep in the back seat of my car. Apparently my dad noticed the guy after he glanced up from examining the bike.
At first it really wasn't that big of a deal because all he had taken was about $1.82 in change from the little coin dispensers in the middle arm rest — and other than that he just slept in the car. It's all good, right? Well, unfortunately for the guy, he had a crack pipe and some crack on him, so that just made his situation worse. Ultimately he just went to jail then and there, and I got my change back. Also, they said he had grabbed my Bible from under the arm rest, so maybe that did him some good or somethin'......idk.
btw, good morning![]()




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