Alright. Time for a little something from the past.
Back in Mansfield, me and my buddies Steve and Kenny are walking back to Steve's place late at night. It's the early 1990s. We were being loud and obnoxious along the way. A cop pulls up and asks us where we're headed. We tell him. He asks us if we know why he came to talk to us. We shrug. He says it's because he'd like us to keep it down; there's been a complaint.
And idiot/Kenny says "Oh, I thought you wanted to ask about my gun" and he pulls a small handgun out of his waistband! Everything started happening fast after that.
The cop had his own piece out and was barking orders to Kenny about dropping it (which he did). He was calling for backup, more yelling at Kenny, other cop cars pull up. At some point I must've sat down on the pavement.
The cop explained later to me and Steve that, although he never let us out of his sight, he didn't think we'd present much of a problem because, when Kenny pulled out what turned out to be a pellet gun, Steve and I turned whiter-than-white and our eyes practically jumped out of our heads. He said he could tell that it was clearly the last thing in the world that we expected.
Neither I nor Steve knew Kenny was carrying a realistic-looking pellet gun. And though he said he was just trying to be honest with the cop, Steve and I tore into him for the way he went about it.
I didn't hang out with Kenny much after that.
