The policewoman wasn’t too happy with me. She told me I should have called the cops in the first place and shouldn’t have picked a fight with the guy. I could not make her understand (and I tried!)—I didn’t pick a fight with Thug. I didn’t even realize that he was outside. I went out of the house to tell the clients (three teenage white kids in Daddy’s brand new Pontiac) to move along, they had their pot, go roll it up someplace else. Even though it’s a shared driveway, it’s easy to tell where to park your car, depending on which house you’re visiting, but these idiots parked right outside of my dining room window. When I told them to leave, I scared the cr@p out of them, even though I was surprisingly polite about it. They said “Sorry ma’am” and took off in a real hurry. I didn’t say a single word to Thug. The policewoman’s attitude was, basically, MYOB and this won’t happen again. Dumb broad.