ACAB
I could easily compare staring down a cop to facing a wild carnivorous animal. You're dealing with a predator that you have to face. Don't run, or it'll trigger their prey drive.
This shit just happened to me in Ballard. I was waiting for a friend, and two bored-ass interceptors surrounded me. One of them had a creepy Hans Landa vibe as he started interrogating me.
They eventually left me alone because I kept calm. But the fact that this happened in my neighborhood is triggering my PTSD.
ACAB (cont.)
To further elaborate, this sick fuck had an expression on his face that was downright sinister.
His glistening eyes and deceptive grin had me wondering just how many abducted children he had in his basement.
A seasoned killer with a badge and a gun who spent decades perfecting his craft.
This wasn't the brute thug of a cop who harassed me in Auburn last spring. This man was sly, cunning, and relied on his clever wit. Tacking on an ice cold aura of feigned benevolence.
