so there i am eating my fucking burrito right? i apologize to my muslim homies but it was carnitas..anyways, so what happens? i need to use the restroom..so there i am in the restroom right? and i look to the left and who's standing there?
...six los angeles county sheriffs and a german shepherd.
they werent waiting for me they were just a bunch of cops hangin out in the men's room, talkin. when I walked through the door they all stopped what they were talking about and looked at me. the german shepherd starts barkin'. he's barkin' at me. i mean it's obvious he's barkin' at me. every nerve ending, all of my senses, the blood in my veins, everything i has was screaming, "take off, man, just take off, get the fuck outta there!" panic hit me like a bucket of water. first there was the shock of it--BAM, right in the face! then I'm just standin there drenched in panic. and all those sheriffs are lookin at me and they know. they can smell it. as sure as that fuckin dog cam, they can smell it on me. then what does the sheriff do? tells the dog to shut up.