Boy , that bought back memories. I worked on my off time as a bouncer at a bar called the "Pitt Inn". There was a hidden staircase in the back where glue sniffers would hide. I spent a lot of time kicking them out. We had a weird employee for a short time I caught selling some little white pills and we fired him and shortly after the cops caught him. He told the cops the bar was selling drugs and we got shut down for 3 weeks and used that time to redecorate. During that time my apartment was raided one morning about 5AM . They found nothing and none of them spoke English and I refused to speak Japanese. I figured that was the end of it. About 2 weeks later I got called into the base police station. There were 2 agents from the tax bureau who spoke perfect English. They wanted to know why I had US alcohol in my apartment(20 bottles assorted). I told them they were for my going away party(left 1 month later). They questioned me about everyone I worked with at the bar and I told them they were all crime free nice people and after about an hour of talking to me , they left. Never had anymore dealing with police after that.