“Put your hands on the hood now!”, “What the heck do you think your doing?” yelled the fuming police officer, “just innocently skating, sir” I answered back with a surprised yet childlike face. As I stood with my legs spread and my arms on the hood, my mind was confused, and yet chuckling at the same time because his anger was much misplaced. “Where’s your Identification?” he barked, after frisking me and glaring through my wallet. “I have none, sir” I calmly replied. I knew why he pulled me over, but I was acting as if I didn’t know so as not to get in trouble. He looked at me and said “Well next time I ketch you skating out here in the middle of the streets without identification you’re going to jail for the night!”, “Yes sir” I
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