True story.
Yesterday was my brothers birthday so, being the good sister that I am, I bought him a cake and drove it to his house. I couldn’t find a parking spot so I went around to the alley (between his apartment and the Phi Psi house) to park (which I often do). Upon turning into the alley, my headlights flashed onto a large man leaning into a car holding a HUGE bag of cocaine. He, as well as the thug he just bought the massive amount of blow from, both just turned and stared at me. Awkward. They were blocking the alley and there was nowhere for me to move, so I had to wait while the hoodrat quickly jumped in his car and sped off. As I approached the other car to pass, the driver, a muscular black man wearing a doo-rag, pointed at men and said “You didn’t see anything here tonight,” in a really menacing tone (my window was rolled down because the weather was nice). I nodded said, “yes, sir,” and drove back around to the front of the apartment place because there was NO WAY in hell I was about to get out of my car in that alley. Suffice to say, it was an interesting night.
