Police presence

One day while I was living in Berlin, some friends convinced me to smoke pot in a local park. Eventually, it became evening, and I had to get myself home. Certain subway stations would decrease the times they picked up at night. Once I reached the nearest station, I missed the passing train, which meant I had to wait about 30 minutes for another.

As I sat on a bench staring at the wall in a stoner-stupor, a man with a suitcase followed by a policeman with his giant German shepherd darted past me. The man was tackled to the ground and arrested for drugs, I assume.

I was totally freaked out and too high to be sure if my reaction to the event would seem normal… Or if it was obvious that I was a criminal, too.


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