Good cops Bad cops

Angie and Porky were the good cops. Here is a story of bad cops.

It was a day like any other day. 9:30 a.m. and I'm walking down Nordoff in Northridge CA on my way to work. I was headed west and so was the cop car that cruised past me. It turned right by Dearborn park. I saw the front of the car reappear from behind a wall. They turned left headed back east but were again in the west bound lane. The car skidded to a stop along side the curb about 10 to 15 feet in front of me. The driver hopped out with his revolver drawn and the passenger aimed a shotgun across the roof of the car. Obviously something pretty heavy was going down and I wanted no part of it. I turned to walk in the other direction only to hear "freeze", and see no one else behind me. It is funny how powerful a word freeze becomes when you have guns drawn on you.

Well, pork isn't the only white meat. It seems as tho a KFC was held up. Who would plan to rob a chicken shack in the a.m. and I'm assuming before they opened. Any hoo, hoopdie doo, I was led down to the corner and told to stand at a certain angle as another cruiser came by. There were two people in the back seat, and tho I wasn't supposed to see them I got a very good look. A white girl with brown hair, and a light skinned black guy. They both shook their heads no. Free at last, free at last, thank God almiiii....what? Not only did they catch me with a pipe, was that a crime, but this one pig kept going on about the devils weed. Picture this scene in black and white and you have "reefer madness". Any square headed screw like that wasn't going to get away without my opinion. It seems as tho that endeared myself to him because he didn't want to go away without me. While the drive by id was going on my name was ran. Oup, we have a warrant out for your arrest.

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A few months earlier I was walking back to my tree after work. I was hitching up that very same street, Nordoff. Walking along the curb, spinning around to show my pretty mug to my perspective chauffeurs. Give 'em a good look at my honest face. As things happen I took a few steps into the street...at the wrong time. This time its old cop young cop. Bwoop went the siren. What the... The two Billie's stepped out. The old donut holer started yelling at me "drop whats in your hand".
"Its a can of soda."
"Drop it."
"It'll explode."
"Drop it."
(Freakin pig)
I flipped it back so it would land on the grass. The vet cop went on about how it is illegal to hitch in the roadway. I tried to explain that I was walking along the curb and just had stepped into the road briefly. "Well the law states......blah blah blah." He looked at his rookie partner and said "It's up to you." Well who do you want to impress more some homeless loser or the guy you will spend the next year with? ( It's funny how I got cited for stepping onto a street that my tax dollars were paying for, yet everyday hundreds of illegal parasites drive up and down that road in unlicensed, uninsured vehicles).

Back to the initial confrontation. So I was cuffed and put in the back of the car. I was driven to the Devonshire division, a five minute drive. These guys freaked the piss out of me. Left turn, right turn, right again, then two lefts. This was two years before King, but I thought for sure I was in for a beating. Alas, I was oddly relieved to be at the station. I was taken in and sat down on a bench. Cuffs were put on my ankles, and on my wrist behind my back. But wait, theres more. Then they took a chain and ran it between the ankle and wrist cuffs. I had no idea what the big deal was, that is until a door opened up and from behind it entered a co and a lady followed by about 20 6 or 7 year olds. It all clicked. She told her students not to stare and I menacingly grinned and said " yeah thats right, I'm Charlie Manson (we go way back)".

This all happened in an hours time. I was finally told that the computer system (1988) had gone down and there was no way to know how long it would take, one hour or all day, so they couldn't hold me. I was released with the admonition "take care of this as soon as you can". I hustled and made it to work on time. Man, talk about a good work ethic...or maybe blind ambition.

Did I act responsibly and take clear my illegal status (with a bogus green card) ? Stay tuned and find out.