"Bad boys, bad boys" aka The Man

I was hanging out with some friends last night until I was fairly sleepy.  "o worries, just head on over to Big Blue and crash for the night.  Right?"  Sort of.  I was driving down the street towards Big Blue when I see an array of flashing red lights up on the left side of the road.  At first it looked like maybe just a fire engine or an ambulance.  Oh no, it was definitely like 5 or 6 squad cars and an ambulance.  I kept driving past it, but couldn't help but wonder about Big Blue and if the lot she's parked in was going to be looked at by The Man.

I pulled into the lot and initially was a little confused (it should be empty pretty much everywhere) because there is a truck idling in front of the church with 2 guys parked in it.  I continue around the lot towards where Big Blue is parked to see a cop car sitting on the curb.  "No worries I say.  Just get over to Big Blue and go to bed."  I kept on going towards Big Blue only to realize The Man was also cruising the back portion of the lot.  At this point I'm sure something is going to happen, but I continue on like I normally would.  Though I forgot to back my car in for easiest access in the morning.  Naturally I just started to pull out and turn the car around to back it in.  That's when the light struck me.  That bright penetrating light that makes you feel like you've done something wrong even when you have not.

I try to ignore the light since The Man might just be seeing who's in the car and just keep backing up.  That was until I realized The Man was out of his car and walking towards me, flashlight drawn.  I kindly roll down my window and asked The Man, "What's up?"  as if he was the one in the wrong.  Surely you can't be questioning why a male 20-something would be pulling his nice vehicle up to a dilapidated old van at 11 in the evening while there are at least 8 emergency or police vehicles in the area.

So we continued the little game The Man and I.  The Man asked, "What are you doing?"  "Parking my car" I said.  "Are you Michael?" The Man asked me.  Touche says I because The Man has already run the plates on Big Blue.  "Yes I am" was all I replied. "Let's see some ID" he rocketed back at me.  I handed The Man my ID without an ounce of worry.  "Where do you live?" came the inevitable question.  "I'm kind of living out of my van" I said.  There's no reaction.  It's as if The Man has played this game before.  "Where were you tonight?" The Man questioned, probing me for any sign of wavering.  "I had a church service earlier and then I was hanging out with people" I torted, thinking this would shut him up neglecting to remember we were already in a church parking lot.  "Where were these?" The Man rattled off yet another question.

I explained with sufficient detail and speed where these places were to The Man thinking I had just put another feather in my cap and he would soon be on his way.  The Man's next question brought about what was really going on.  The Man and his friend's were looking for two individuals, though The Man said not what for.  I politely explained I had just returned for the evening and only happened down the road within the last few minutes.  The Man then returned my ID and went on his way.  Slumber at last.