![]() ![]() "My car does look shady," I told my friend. It wasn't long before I found myself making excuses to justify why they were following me. Still, my shoulders never truly relaxed until they finally pulled away. I laughed about it, reverting to my go-to defense mechanism. I mentioned our new admirer to my friend and kept on my way. ![]() long enough to know being followed by a police car every once and a while is part of the life of a black man. Surely, they weren't really suspecting me of being up to no good. I thought nothing of it, especially due to the fact that it was around noon on a beautiful sunny Saturday. While visiting a friend in San Diego, I found myself being followed by a SDPD patrol car. ![]() Funny enough, I very nearly had the opportunity to test my theories in the real world. ![]()
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