So as I'm just waking up Saturday night and sitting at my desk, trying to figure out what I'm gonna do about my car being broke, I hear a shitload of sirens pulling up to what sounds like it's right in front of my house. Since there's a really nice lady who lives right across the street from me, I hurriedly walk outside to encounter this: The house across the street from me was on fire.
Yeah, pretty crazy right. While I'm standing there snapping pictures, I see some Po-Po's pulling in, and that's never a good thing at the scene of a fire. That means they found something in there that they shouldn't of, something criminal, and when I saw the false wall in the garage I was thinking meth lab, but instead, it was just a weed growing room.
A grow house, right across the street from me! If that don't beat all! LOL It was on the Channel 3 11 o'clock news later on that night, where they reported it as an electrical fire, which led to the discovery of a grow room. They also said they had a good idea who lived there which was good, because I sure didn't! ;-)
After they took a shitload of pictures (and told me I couldn't take pictures, for some strange reason), the Police called in some crime scene clean up crew to take all the stuff out, ripping like 25 or so plants out of this house, took all the grow room equipment apart and broke it and piled it up on the sidewalk, weighed the weed in cardboard boxes, took all the broken grow room equipment away, boarded up the house and left. Another win on the War on Drugs I guess.
The guy who owned the house came back at like 3 in the morning, looked at what happened and left. I can't imagine what was going through his head when he saw all this, but all I can say is, I hope he's got a good Lawyer! hahahaha And this is how I spent my Saturday evening, instead of going to Youth Brigade, instead of going to Raw Power, and instead of going to San-D and J-Sin of the Peccadilloes wedding. FML and curse my car for having a defective fuel pump. Again.