A drug raid like the ones I mentioned happened in my own community, against an apartment where I knew several of the tenants. It was tragic. I came home one nig

A drug raid like the ones I mentioned happened in my own community, against an apartment where I knew several of the tenants. It was tragic. I came home one night, rounded a corner, and a cop with an assault rifle suggested to me that it might be better to stay put, to which I readily agreed. Someone was stabbed on my doorstep on Holy Saturday one year, apparently about a marijuana sale. After I moved out (thank GOD), I received a notice from the courthouse that said I may be called as a witness for something I didn't remember, which came to nothing. There were a couple of shady Muslim dudes who stalked the Catholic Church I attended. One day Mr. Shady encountered me Downtown and summoned me to his home. Who knows why I agreed (well, I was homeless, hungry, and vulnerable.) At his home, I found a Quran on the shelf, a pistol under his sofa cushion when he brandished it for me, and the centerpiece was a computer he wanted me to work on and install software which was obviously pirated. He rewarded me with fried chicken. Ugh, I shiver to imagine getting caught up in that again.