The policeman stared at the long haired, body pierced youth that opened the door. The rent in his jeans didn’t look designer in nature but he didn’t look ripped either. “We’ve got a warrant to search the premises.”
“Be my guest,” the youth said relieved that any drug taking was done at his girlfriends place down town and he didn’t steal so there wan’t any loot to be found. He settled back, relaxed in his chair watching them systematically pull everything from cupboards and drawers.
“Gotcha,” came the elated cry from one of the policeman, “You’ve ripped this CD illegally.”
In response to Zoe’s Six Sentence Story prompt