by Siva » Mon May 12, 08 4:49 pm
We were rollin' down the street, sippin' on Oasis, laid back, with our minds on our Morleys and our Morleys on our minds. When all of a fucking sudden, the ever-present bike PCSO rolls up and asks us about our food.
After we answer some idiotic questions like, how long have you been eating this, how much did you pay for it etc, they concluded we stole it from two kids round the corner.
I wasn't losing my hard earned burger and chips to some moronic kids who can't keep hold of their own damn food, so I took off, and the two guys I was with, followed me.
Spotting the opening in the traffic, I darted across the road and slipped on the edge of the kerb and banged my knee on the fence on the pavement. The throbbing feeling soon cropped up but I ripped another bite out of my burger and took off again.
We eventually came to the entrance to where we lived, but the plastic police were still behind us. So one of us had to take one for the team. THIS IS NEVER ME. He gives us his food, we quickly shove it in the bag and keep running for glorious home base.
Minutes, if not seconds later, he returns with his hand out for his food, and we ask him what happened. He said, "I told them I ate it. They couldn't do anything."
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