Just thought you guys would get a kick our of this. So I opened the door this morning to the faint sound of knocking. "Hello were here with the FBI" a dude and a chick dressed well. 'Wow" I said, you caught me early. They were just checking up on police records which they have to do god forbid we have an attack and they didnt follow up on all the records, Still its kinda retarted but hey, they were super friendly and nice too. They didnt even try to nose around, they stayed back a few feet, we decided to have lunch @ starbucks next week. This was from a barrage of port pictures i took over the last 2 weekends 100% from public sidewalk resulting in 3 police responses. I noticed the lady was staring my crotch down pretty aggressively. I looked down at my own crotcherly region. Crap, I was totally talking to the FBI with the door wide open wearing just my He-Man boxers. Anyways, what the heck. Hopefully I wont be labeled a "fashion Dissadent" and thrown into "Nordstroms-tanamo"