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Note: the card has absolutely nothing to do with the story.

When somebody shoves a gun in your face, you tend to do what they say; I raised my hands and slowly lowered myself face first on the floor until I was handcuffed and dragged onto the porch with the rest of my friends as three misguided departments of law enforcement set upon destroying the house. During this time we were asked if anyone had any drugs or weapons and I volunteered my meager two grams, max bag of herbal... this turned out to be the only drugs on the premesis so they hauled me to regional on a ticketable offense, both to save face by having something to show for their full-scale failure and to try to pump me for information about things I know nothing about. Good times...