A couple of Sherrif's Deputies banged on my glass storm door one day. The front door is usually open to let in the light but the storm door is always locked.

I walked to the door and raised my eyebrows at them. They stood within a foot of the door looking serious. I couldn't imagine what they were doing there.

They demanded to know my answers to some questions which turned out not to involve me, but my neighbor.

They abruptly left without a thanks, a nod, a fuck you, nothing.

Now I keep my front door closed and locked.


Cops:
BANG BANG BANG

You:
Who's there?

Cops:
Police!

You:
What do you want?

Cops:
We want to talk!

You:
How many of you are there?

Cops:
Two of us.

You:
Talk to each other.

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