Ok.

So I'm sitting here on the front porch, waiting for some cop to come question me about the fire across the street last week.
Seems a little random that he'd call me at 10:30 at night and ask if he could come over in a half hour. But by saying that he asked, I'm being nice because he did ask, but didn't really give me much option of saying no. This combined with getting dumped downtown and having to take the train home because a some cop was in a bad mood and decided to nail us with a bunch of random driving stuff have given me a slightly bitter point of view on the cops.

This is my thought: Aren't the cops supposed to be the good guys? So why when you're driving down the street and you see a cop car why do you instinctively reach for your seat belt? even when it's on? Why do you always slow down? Even when you're going the speed limit?

Why do people think that the cops are out to get them?


ok.

he's gone.


\\he seemed to be a nice enough fellow.

I just wish he came a little earlier.

Maybe I'll get to go to court.

T'would be much fun.