Okay, you caught me fair and square. I was smoking some pot in the Jack in the Box parking lot on the Ave, and you happened to roll by. It must have been a really slow night, because the "lowest priority" became priority number one. I understand—for a few more years, pot will still be illegal and you can still arrest me. Whatever.
But did you really have to call for backup? DID YOU CONFUSE MY JOINT WITH AN AK-47? High people just wanna chill, you dumbass! Ten minutes later, there were eight cops surrounding me—their lowest priority. You guys make it so easy to hate you.