Sam was about to hit the guy again when the cop came in and stopped them from fighting.<span style="font-style: italic">Heh. Taze us. Wouldn't that be fun?</span>He followed the cop out to his desk where the cop began talking to him. He took the bottle of water offered to him by the cop and nodded.<span style="font-style: italic">As if I didn't already know that withdraw is going to be a bitch...</span>Sam sighed and looked away. Irritation crept its way into him. He didn't like the thought of having to give up drugs. When the cop asked about his dad, he took a moment to think about what he should say. He didn't want the cop to know that the situation at home was bad. "He was probably just mad. It probably didn't ever occur to him that I'm a druggie." he said bitterly. Sam glanced up at the cop. He had a bit of respect for the guy in that he wasn't like every other cop that was just grumpy to do his job.