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So the police just left (again), after Donnie called them again. I went into the kitchen to take something out of the oven I was baking, and Donnie was on the porch getting his bicycle. I sat on the chair next to the door, and asked him - in a level, even tone - why he threw the pot away, and why he lied to the police (He had told them I was selling prescription drugs out of my apartment, a bald-faced lie. And he told them my friend, Kokii, was one of my customers).
He started screaming at the top of his lungs, "HELP! HELP! POLICE! CALL 911! HELP I'M BEING ATTACKED! POLICE!"
*sigh*
This guy is completely off his rocker.
The police didn't even bother to talk to me this time, just took his statement and left.
Then he went off to church, and I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, and threw his toaster and cooking pot and frying pan in the trash. See how he likes that.
He started screaming at the top of his lungs, "HELP! HELP! POLICE! CALL 911! HELP I'M BEING ATTACKED! POLICE!"
*sigh*
This guy is completely off his rocker.
The police didn't even bother to talk to me this time, just took his statement and left.
Then he went off to church, and I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, and threw his toaster and cooking pot and frying pan in the trash. See how he likes that.
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