I used to live a few houses down from a drug house. The police were called there to break up a fight and one of the guys fired a shot at them then ran into the woods. They came hustling through my yard looking for the guy and one of them noticed me peeking out the window. I guess I looked guilty so they yelled for me to come out of the house. Had me lay stomach down on my porch. Guns drawn. Lights in my eyes.. The whole thing. The funny part was, and I think some stutterers will understand, but I never even thought about getting shot. I was just scared because I knew they'd ask my name and it's very difficult for me to say. He kept yelling at me and the more I stuttered the more he yelled. Finally, I heard one of the officers say "oh, that's Jason. He stutters like that all the time." I'd gone to school with him. I was so relieved.