This reminds me of something that happened to me in Jacked Town once. I was at George Street Grocery one night and got a call from a couple friends at Subway Lounge, wanting me to come over/down there. I had enjoyed two or three adult beverages at that point but luckily hadn't manned a stool for too long. I get in my car and head West. Well, as luck would have it, I ended up in the triangle of death very quickly- cars NOT on blocks, guys hanging out in the street, no street lights- that sort of thing. As I am heading to what appears to be a dead end, I see a Crown Vic with no lights on. I pass it and pull into a driveway to turn around. Of course lights come on the car and it starts following me. Blue lights come on and I pull over. Occifer Friendly gets out and says to me, "Either you are selling or buying drugs here or you are VERY lost. Which is it?" I told him honestly that I was looking for Subway Lounge. He said, "You are going to get your azz kilt here. I am going to lead you back to the interstate. Follow me and don't come back down here. And by the way, your license plate light is burned out." I guess I was "profiled" driving a then-new BMW in that area. In hindsight I probably could have loaded 75 lbs of crack in my 60, dropped an empty beercan on my antenna, parked in the grass in front of Subway and been fine.
Anyway, I followed him out of there and we passed Subway. I called my friends and, behold, they were standing out in front of Subway eating hotdogs. I followed the guy all the way to 55 and went home. I don't think I ever went back down there.