Day CXV

Police Brutality

     Scarface knew he couldn’t catch him, so from a half a block away he flung his blackjack at him, and hit the mug in the back of his knee.

     “Busted!”

     “Damn, if ya was younger ya kuda pitched ina majors!” an old timer said.

     Scarface didn’t say a word, when he finally collared the dope fiend, but before he cuffed him, he smacked him around a few times for making him run.

     Anyway, he looks at John, and asks,

     “Wada ya wants us tadoo?”

       “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…shit… jest let em go, Mike, let em go… they’re good kids, man… just a liddle dumb, ya na!”

       Scarface smacked the three of us upside the head a few times, and let us go, and as he did so, he said,

     “If ya eva doz diz a gin, I’m taking ya in, and calling ya fada, ya unastand?”

     “Yes suh!”

     “Yea suh”

     “Yea!”

     “Now git outa hea!”

     The next day John laughed his ass off as we walked into the store.

     “I kept telling youses ta let me out, din I?”

     “Ahhhh man, we wuda let ya out ventually!”

     “Yea ya din hasta call madam blue, man!”

     “I didn’t! Youses kept fussing widda phone, and my guess is an operator ovahoid da convarsayshun, and called da fuzz.”

     “Wat eva happened to our right to privasee, man.”

     “Don’t ask me! Take it up with the phone company, man” was John’s response, and he said it with a big smile on his face. He got the last laugh.

     “Yea, man I can still feel that slap on the back of my neck, after alla deeze years,” James said.

     “Me too, man!”

     “Cops can’t doodat anymo, they'd get busted for brutality, man.”