Been there before. I remember when I was 16 and I was walking around the corner to my potna house because my T-Jones was gone with the car, laws pulled up, pulled a gun on me yelling at me telling me to get on the ground, handcuffed me and put me in the car. Apparently somebody had just pulled a kick door in the hood and I fit the description of the suspect. I'm sitting in the back of the patrol car wondering why I'm going to jail and they outside high-fiving one another like they did something special. They got they face cracked when the witnesses came and told them they had the wrong person. I learned then it's some truth to white folks thinking all blacks look alike.