I was in a very rough neighborhood in Santa Ana, CA...it was around 4:20 pm. This neighborhood could very well be the same neighborhood that is shown in the movie "Training Day". Anywho, as I was driving by, there was an ice cream truck in the road and I had to slow down as I went by.
Well...when I slowed down, a young kid ran up to my window and threw something into the car. Before I could even look to see what was thrown in my car, a cop jumped out of the ice cream truck, jerked the kid down to the street and cuffed him, and then came up to me and said, "You are crazy for driving around in this neighborhood...especially with your wife in the car with you. These guys will slit your throat and throw you in the dumpster if they thought you had $5.00 in your pocket. You have two choices. You can either be a witness to the crime, or you can be a party to it!"
I responded, "Well...I really like to go to parties!"
Not really...I really didn't say that...but I can't help but wonder what that cop expected me to say.