At about 0800 one morning 5 years ago I awoke to banging on my door. The street team decided to pay me a visit. I had just been comissioned a reserve deputy. For some reason they thought I was cookin and selling. I let em in and signed consent. The only thing they found was a safe of guns, a freezer filled with strawberry ice cream, and an unopened bottle of motrin I picked up the night before. The entire team was there. They got it so dead wrong. They left and have never been back.