Not to bring it up, but I got off the streets due in part to a 911 call. I was sitting on a bench a ways off from a Piggly Wiggly and it was like 7pm or something. Someone called the cops and said I was breaking into the Piggly Wiggly, which was still very much open.
Cop shows up and does his spiel, hands up, blah blah blah. Sees I'm just a teenager and asks for my info and starts running it while talking with me. He didn't believe I was homeless, which was understandable cause it was a smaller town with no real homeless population.
Second cop whips in and flies out of his door and pulls his gun on me and starts screaming he'll blow my head off and gets real close to me. Other cop yells at him to back off, it as just a homeless kid.
Long story shirt, gung ho gun cop asks if other dude needs help, hears him say no, and pulls out of there. First cop contacts next of kin, abusive step dad picks me up awhile later and that started a whole nother crappy chapter, but I was officially off the streets.