So I'm living in Los Angeles in the mid 80's. I'm working with a buddy of mine as fry cooks, both of us high AF because it's Halloween and we're stuck at work. One of the managers invites us to a costume party at a friend's house in San Pedro. We go as ourselves since we didn't have time to put together any costumes. We tag along and it's a VERY eclectic mix of people in costume including two guys (one Asian, one Caucasian) in suits at the bar. One of the odd things about the house was that it really didn't appear "lived in". No food in the cupboards, a fridge that was completely packed with beer but nothing in the freezer.
We come out of the back bedroom with our "party supplies" in hand after partying with the hostess and hear one of the guys in suits say "Hell yeah I'm an FBI agent! See my badge?" and he slaps it on the bar counter. We freak out because my buddy is on probation for possession, even more so when he looks at us and says "You don't think I know what you're doing?" He laughs and says "I don't give a shit, if it isn't 10 lbs I don't care". We skedaddle and count ourselves lucky.
Several years later I'm watching "To Live and Die in L.A." The house we were at was a set in the movie, the Asian guy in the suit at the bar gets killed early in the movie and the guy with the badge played another agent in the movie. They just wore their "work clothes" as actors to the party like we did <smh>
