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Not WMC related but a story very much like Pat's.
Went to Above and Beyond at Roxy, Orlando (lmao) with my friends and gf. Had a good time, whatever, took some shit of course, but nothing crazy. Walked back to my car and saw a guy talking to 3 cops right in front of my car. Dude was on some DRUGS (some kind of hallucinogen mixed with a stim I'd guess) and was pleading with the cops to let him into "his car." It sucked for me and my girl because we were rolling balls still and I had to wipe the fucked-up expression off my face and be serious so I could talk to the cop and explain it was my car. Had to show him ID, registration, all that. Guess he didn't suspect anything though (a miracle, just ask my TA friends how I am in that state, lmao), since we left without a problem.
You know you can't handle your shit if you try to take the wrong car home, lol!
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