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Daniel Tobin’s Story

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So, long story short...

While Daniel Tobin was playing cops and robbers drunk

Daniel Tobin made the mistake of

Playing cops and robbers with real cops

My Advice to You is

Don't own fake guns if you have the ability of drinking a liter of vodka and 10 beers in a night.

Here's the whole story

It's Halloween night and I'm at home with nothing to do and damn depressed because of that. I had tentative plans to go out with my now good friend Jenn who at the time I had started dating but instead she went out with her ex. This whole thing caused my liquor radar to start hoaming in on a nice unopened bottle of Absolut vodka on my refridgerator who was kept company by many other bottles which I may or may not have hit in the pursuing hours.

Well after that bottle was gone along with plenty of beers that I don't remember drinking but had proof in empty bottles I decided to go out and have some good old childhood fun.

In the closet I had a replica Mac-11 submachine gun that was pretty damn authentic looking (complete with silencer).

I'm not sure since my memory of that night is almost completely shot, but I think I was going to engage in a fake shootout with either:

A) Aliens B) Ingines C) Cops D) Robbers

Well regardless of what fantasy I was playing out, I ended up getting in a fake shootout with C) Cops. Well, it would have been only half fake since to my intuition Houston policeman use real guns.

Someone saw me walking around the apartment complex like some sort of killer and expectedly called the police.

Well here's where memory comes in!

I'm literarly in the middle of a circle of cops with guns drawn screaming at me to drop the gun. Apparently because of my complete drunk psychosis it took me quite a while to finally drop the gun (long enough to get shot, def. long enough to get a chocolate face shot) I have a distinct memory of a large shotgun being pointed inches from my head.

I don't remember dropping the gun but I do remember being put in handcuffs.

Later in the cop car I the driver told me:

"man, you almost ruined my life shooting you over a fake gun"

Then another cop walked up to the car and asked

"are you an assassin or something?"

He asked me this because there was another big badass fake gun in my apartment that they had found.

Part of this last fact is what has kept any of this from going on my record. The police dropped the case in entirity because they had entered my apartment without a warrant or probably cause that I had anything related to this incident.

I did get evicted though, but ended up in a sweet duplex apartment that I loved along with the new realization that me, near alcohol poisoning, girl aggravation, and fake guns don't mix.