first my dog started going nuts, barking and running through the house, so i walk into the back yard. I saw flashilights coming from everywhere so i immediately ducked back into the kitchen. talk about guilty conscience. it was cops, this i knew, but what they were doing i did not know. so i went outside and told them to get out of my yard. "ma'am, this is important police business" yeah yeah, whatever.

then about an hour later i hear "OPEN THE DOOR!" disregarded it, then "OPEN THIS DOOR, RIGHT NOW!" i look outside and theres four copcars and a drug dog explorer vehicle. so i went to my bedroom window, which gave my the perfect viewing oppurtunity, complete with bed to lay on. Puppy and i layed there with our heads on the windowsill, checking it out.

So the dude, I know him as C, apparently hit one of the kids and the mom called the cops on him. [theres a mom and a dad, C -who is 40, two 20 something girls, three 20 something boys, and about 6 little kids, all in a tiny ass house. i honestly dont know where they all sleep at night] Anyways, C had locked himself in his truck because he knew he was going to be arrested. the cops had the street blocked off for two hours, for two hours he sat locked in his truck.

finally, he made a run for it. he slammed open his door, knocking two cops off balance, they bit the dust, he took off running, the other three cops, dumbfounded, took off running after him.

by this time puppy and i had jumped off the bed to go to the front window to get a better view.

so the cops caught him, tackled him to the ground and slapped cuffs on him, C was fighting the entire time. he fucking headbutted one of the cops! i was like HELL YEAH! they put foot shackles on him and shit. it was nuts.