Three or four of them, shocked me at the time. They wanted to talk to me, wanted in. Sure, and then I began confessing to crimes. Yes, we were to loud at some nights.
They wanted in my little office. Yes, I committed slumlord crimes of the usual sort, trying to confess.
Out the sliding door, and I began look for excuses for any stolen plants or garbage dumping from or to committed by the housekeeper.
Can we look at the garage? Oh, the old polluting car on jacks, I begin to confess again.
He looked and said, OK, we thought you had a pot grow.
I was a bit insulted, they ignored all my misdemeanors and left.
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