Being the idiot I am, I put on my trenchcoat (beige, how is that terroristic?) and walk down the street. some guy calls the cops and LIES, saying I rang his doorbell, pointed a gun at him, and ran away. When we're at the station, my dad aska, did he really have a gun? The guy has the nerve to say "No, but I figured since he had a trenchcoat he was a terrorist and did it in my best interest of survival". My god. Paranoid ...Ragh! Cabbage. Now I'm all cheesed off.