So let me tell you why I was walking through a gas station with my hood up and face down and why my car was parked in the middle of the bushes and why fifteen police cars sped by with their lights flashing and sirens wailing.
Remember how I said it was best not to run? Yeah, fuck that. The cop knew my documents were faked. He either had exceptional equipment, or he was simply in a bad mood and decided to single me out, but he declared my documents as fake and ordered me arrested. Isn't that fun? It's so fun!
