The gang and I were hanging out with each other all day, every day. And when I say gang, I mean my friends and I, the vigilante sleuths of Mystery Inc. The police however, had their own definition of gang, and usually did all they could to bust us up. Maybe if they'd spent more time solving crimes instead of hassling us, we'd all be better off.
We were at a party and all of a sudden, for no reason, people were making mad dashes for the door. The pigs were running down hallways, everyone was jumping ship. I snuck out the back with some girls, only to find some cop right on my tail. It was all a blur. I ran like hell. Tree, bush, telephone pole. Tree, bush, telephone pole. Tree, bush, telephone pole. Tree, bush, telephone pole. At some point I was just like "Fuck it," and I hid in one of the bushes until I saw the Mystery Machine coming down the block. I flagged them down and we all got out of there.
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