I spend a lot of time thinking about what I would do if the police ever broke into my house by mistake. What would be my plan? Where would I hide? What would I say? To avoid being 🔫on sight. I wonder if my dog would alert me or if they have some kind of chemical to make them sleepy and quiet… I don’t know… what about if my 14 year old who is 6.2 now comes running out and they mistake him for someone else? I don’t know. But I realized a few days ago that the fact that I think about this as much as I do means that it has happened way too much. This is the real horror movie for me. Worse than Freddy Krueger or Jason or scream or Chucky or IT or any other invented boogeyman. My fear is that by accident trigger happy, fear based, inexperienced officers will come in and harm my family and me. And there would be no way to undo it, and that even if justice was given that it still wouldn’t be enough. I hate that I think this way. I want to have faith in the authorities that are supposed to protect us, but I’m more terrified of them. Happy Halloween. #halloween2024