A neighborhood raid

The ridiculousness of my ghetto is never ending… last night I came home from work around 8:30pm and when I turned the corner onto my block, the entire street was blocked off by four police cars, headlights on, lights flashing. About 10 police officers with three K-9 dogs were surrounding a group of 5 or 6 thug-looking guys at the end of the block. The dogs were barking—but like that vicious, scary, I’m going to rip your throat out kinda bark—the police officers were yelling and the guys were just standing there trying not to look guilty. It was just like a scene from Cops… I quickly crossed over the other side of the street and hurried to my building. But I did make sure to hold my front door open for a few seconds and peek inside before going in—just in case a suspect had slipped away and was hiding out in the courtyard or something. That would happen in the ghetto, plus there’s no lock on the front door (go figure).

I wanted to take a bit of video or a picture but knowing the French police I probably would have gotten carted off to jail for doing so, so I decided against it. Nothing in the papers about it either, just another routine night in the ghetto!

A lovely neighborhood I live in…