Urban Drama

The officer had gotten out of his car with his weapon drawn. He was tapping on the driver's side window with the barrel. I opened the door to get out as I was getting out I was asking what the problem was. I didn't get the whole sentence out before . POW right in my nose. My knees buckled I was going down. While I was on the ground I heard him asking where's the dope nigger I know you rich boys come back to the hood to supply your buddies with the goods. Where is it? I looked up and said I don't sell or have any . BAM he kicked me right smack in my stomach. I could smell the bile come out of my mouth as I threw up everywhere. I looked at the other officer and he was standing there frozen as if he was gonna get his ass whipped. I decided I was going to stand up. There was gonna be no Rodney King incidents. I stood up and faced him he struck me again this time I held my ground I was not going down. I could see all the neighbors gathering on the sidewalks I got even stronger. When the officer noticed the crowd he left to get in his cruiser. His partner was still standing there frozen; he had to blow the horn for him to get in. When they left I jumped in my car and sped away.</P>