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| The Keyhole |
I don't think anyone
knows about the Paul McCartney song I'm referring to but the song came to mind
last night when the cops knocked on my neighbor's door at 3am. My neighbors can
be loud and annoying at times, but after 11 at night, they almost always tone
things down. I can be quite forgiving unless someone interferes with my
sleep-time. Then I get pissed and annoyed. Last night was one of those moments.
In a hazy state, I
was almost fully in REM sleep when I heard a knock so loud that I thought
someone was knocking on my door. I dozed off. A minute later, the bastards
knocked again, even louder. After the third knock, I grew agitated, got up and
took a peek out of my peep-hole. I was close to calling the cops. Had I been 20
years younger when I was much more high-strung, I would have simply opened the
door and cussed their asses out.
The knockers were
the cops. Since I was up, I thought I watch this play out. They knocked one
last time and shouted out "police."
What they did next shocked and disturbed me.
One cop reached down
to the door lock with an object in hand, put it in the lock, opened the door
and walked in. Did the cops have a search warrant? Are any of the residents on
parole? Did the cops have an arrest warrant for any of the residents?
I don't know. About
a minute after the cops went in and searched the unit, somebody went upstairs
and asked what was going on or if their place had been broken in to. The cops
asked them to go inside where they could talk some more.
End of story.
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