So a lady showed up at my apartment door tonight and handed me a card that said Public Defender. She then launched into this statement: "Hi I am X from the public defenders office and I would like to talk to you about the incident that happened outside of Hooters last night with Girl X" --Uhmm I have no idea what you are talking about? (At this moment I am seriously panicking that somethng horrible happened at Hooters and that someone blamed me for it...I was honestly trying to think about the last time I went to Hooters...so many things ran through my head all ending with: The only time I have gone to Hooters in the last year was after New Year's Eve and to be honest none of us in the group of wounded soldiers could have done anything so I realized it could not be me) "Are you Aaron (Last name X)?" Uhmm no.
Then it finally dawned on me which is weird cause you would have thought I would have realized this ages ago...The guy who used to live in my apartment before me, shares my first name.
So apparently the old Aaron was a witness to something crazy at Hooters and because my addie is the one he gave the court they came looking for me.
lucky fella
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