| When we were in our sophomore year of college, Trevor slowly became disenchanted with the idea of work. He rarely went to his classes and neglected most of his assignments. His grades were falling with a purpose that his life would never know. It soon came to my attention that the reason for Trevor's poor performance was that he was dabbling in drugs. Whether he was selling or buying was never clear but I assumed it was a combination of both. |
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| One would probably wonder how he was able to do drugs and deal drugs so freely. Did we not live in a modern society? Were there no laws against such depravity? The truth is that the cops in our town wouldn't know coke from Coke. They employed only pudgy, bitter men that craved power. I suppose these men were more likely to follow orders. I'm not sure what the plan was. I do know that catching Trevor was not part of it. Not until I changed that, however. |
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| I told one of the police officers I met on the street about Trevor. I told them where he lived, the laws he broke, and when they would most likely find him at home. I trusted very little in the police and seriously doubted they would be able to catch him. Surprisingly they did and I was informed about the event later. First, an officer broke down the door to Trevor's house. They were heavily armed and proceeded with caution to apprehend him. |
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| When the cops first found Trevor, he was doing drugs off his own toilet seat. The police started following police procedure. They told him to stop, that he was under arrest. They headed toward him with handcuffs, but he dashed out the door. He raced around the apartment complex. Instead of going down, Trevor went up. I guess he thought that the cops wouldn't be able to climb the stairs. He definitely wasn't too crazy in making that assumption. |
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| The cops weren't as pudgy and lazy as Trevor thought. They chased him up the stairs with ease and eventually had him cornered. For some reason though, Trevor decided to jump. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe he was afraid. Maybe he was just too lazy to actually try to be better than he was. Maybe he knew it was all my idea. Maybe he did it to spite me. I'll never know. All I know is what did happen. Was there a purpose? Maybe. |