I was dashing down North Avenue Street when I found a wallet. I considered my options. I decided returning it was the best way to go. So as I took the right corner to Abbeyhillside Road. The cops came lifting down the road, sirens blaring. They immediately stopped when they saw the wallet in my hand. They said I was under arrest and was forced into the back of the squad car. The cop said I was arrested for stealing.
“It doesn’t matter what I say, does it?” I asked this with a feeling there was no getting out of this. I was sure there was no getting out of this. I put my head in my hands.