Nasty Copper
Scarface, was one of the meanest, nastiest, freaking
Irish beat cops you would ever want to meet. Methinks the story was that during
the war, in hand to hand combat, a kraut slashed his face with a bayonet. It
was an ugly scar running from above his left
eyebrow, down across his cheek, and lips to his chin. He was always pissed, and took
it out on every crimy he busted. But, thugs would always torment him from the
roof tops, with
“Hey scarface!”
He wouldn’t even look up, knowing he
wasn’t going to catch them, but he would take it out on the next poor sap he
busted. I remember one time he was chasing this stupid
dope, the kid was really fast. He had been busted trying to break into a parking
meter. Meters were a brand new tax device, full of dimes, and junkies made them
their cash cow. It was their fix bank, a great way to get their fix money.
Anyway, scarface sneaked up on the dope, he never knew what happened till his
ass was in the cop’s mitts.
“Yar ass be mine suckah!”
He screamed
right into his ear, as he grabbed him by the back of his neck, like prey in the
mouth of a lion. He was so tough he didn’t bother to cuff him, as they do
today, behind his back. The squad car was double parked; there was a car coming
in the opposite direction; as they approached, scarface opened the door to shove
the kid into it, and as he did so, the kid saw his break. He swiveled, pushed
Scarface off balance, into the squad car, and ran right in front of the on
coming car. Scarface was pissed, but he kept his cool, he pulled himself out,
and the chase was on.
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