I'm not sure if you can see the picture clearly so I will describe it. What you're looking at is what I woke up to at 4:27 this morning. Apparently some fool tried to run from the police and he got P.I.T. maneuvered right into the pole beneath my window.
There are no less than NINE cop cars outside my window and I don't think Beyonce is getting out of any of them.
I will start packing after the holidays because this is just too much.
Oh and the cops are high-fiving each other. Men are so...different. I think if I had just been in a chase and a wreck Toya would be rubbing my back as I croutched on the sidewalk. But I guess that's why I'm not a cop.