Okay so it’s an ordinary day in El Cajon and you decide you need to go to Rite Aid and get some baby Motrin. Sounds simple enough what could happen. You get to the isle and in the spot where the baby Motrin is there is a tab that says please see the front desk. Weird but okay you go and ask about it and the clerk says sure and unlocks a cabinet behind him. When you go to pay for it in cash, by the way he asks you for your driver’s license and continues to write down the numbers. You ask why did he need your license and he says that there is drug in baby Motrin that could be made to use to make Methanphedime. He says that they are required to keep track of anyone who buys and to see if there is a pattern with anyone so the cops can bust people on it.
Okay if that wasn’t weird enough walk to your car and start it up okay no big deal. As your car is starting up a dirty looking man is running towards your car………
BARKING. Hell you ain’t gonna stick around to see what he tries. Your foot is on the gas so fast your tires squeel.
A few nights later you get home from school its almost midnight and your start doing work on the computer and you hear a big BOOM. A few minutes later you hear footsteps coming up the stairs and someone banging on your neighbor in the next apartments door. Its some cops asking if they own a white truck parked on the street, they answer yeah its one of theirs. They tell them its totaled a drunk driver hit it. That truck was parked right in front of your Dodge Neon, the car you owe more money than its worth and have thought about paying your sister to lose it somewhere and call it stolen to collect the insurance money. It would be a blessing if it was destroyed. You go out and ask the cops what about the neon in back of the truck. They tell you the driver barley missed it and its fine. You check and it was inches away and there isn’t a scratch on it.
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Man.. When drunks can be useful for something they still are useless!
People should read this.
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