I was standing outside in the morning, I come out every morning, step out, try to smoke a cigarette outside. I stepped outside, there was a gray car and a red car, I mean, a white and black car, sorry, sitting there. A gray, dark gray, charcoal gray car pulled up there, now there's three of them.
The first two, they were taking pictures. In fact, a girl was in the white car, she got out and stood on the driver's side, took a couple pictures, got in. And I saw those two drive off.
The charcoal gray car pulled up beside it. I said, oh, I forgot my cigarette butt, I left it on the kitchen counter. So I walked in, I got it, I came back out, I left and I walked to the other side of the porch, just look around, I like to look around, see the cars and see who is out and everything else. By the time I reach my door step, my front door, he gunned it or she gunned it or they gunned it and the car peeled off.
Next thing I know, whoosh.
It shot up?