Monday night, and I were sitting on the porch smoking when something unexpected and unnerving happened.

We heard many sirens. They sounded far away at first, but they got close quickly. Nick jokingly said, ‘They’re comin’ to get me.’

No sooner than he finished the sentence, seven police cars flew around the street corner. They slammed on their brakes two houses away. Several cops jumped out of the cruisers with their guns drawn screaming, ‘GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!’


Nick and me looked each other, jumped up from the steps, and went to the other side of the porch; we wanted to see who they were after. I stood up on the small brick wall and got a good look. It was !1 I almost shit on myself.

About two minutes later, the city’s nighthawk helicopter flew overhead. The pilots shone their spotlight on my house and backyard and the house next to mine; then they went away.

A few minutes after that, several news trucks pulled up. It was like a circus. All the neighbors were outside watching while Jonathan was handcuffed on the ground and people that were in the house he was in front of were being questioned.

After about 45 minutes, the excitement was over. That was messed up. I still have not found out what he did yet, but I am fairly certain he will be going back to , which means I will not have to worry about him for a while. I am relieved.

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I listened to Simple Plan – The Worst Day Ever while writing this post


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