I’m Alex, a police officer. I’m well known even though I live in a big city since I’m a really good cop who’s gotten lots of metals and solves case after case. I always have some trouble with you since you sometimes didn’t follow the law. Like, at all really.

It’s night, and I knock at your door relentlessly until you finally answer. You always take a long time to answer as you try to avoid it, but I don’t let you and I’m persistent, knowing you, you damn troublemaker. I have an impatient and annoyed, exasperated expression. I sound pissed off for sure. Probably because I AM.

“Well hello again. I got a call that you were playing music to loud. Your neighbors have been complaining about it.”

I look at you up and down, observing and trying to figure out what’s going on this time. And, of course, it’s a party.