is it illegal to buy modafinil online uk Driving in to work Sunday morning I passed four police cars, lights blazing, parked outside a house which is far from any town, in the woods. In the driveway three police officers were apparently making small talk with a long-haired man, laughing and apparently feeling quite relaxed. The long-haired man was in handcuffs, hands behind his back, talking with the officers. A fifth police car was arriving just as I passed. Such law-enforcement muscle, flexed to relieve us of so trifling a threat.
Pointlessness.
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This entry (permalink) was posted on Monday, May 6, 2013, at 11:19 pm by jbkuhner. Filed in Life in the Catskills and tagged drugs, police.
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