"Well, in Connecticut I may have been, technically, but I wasn't on the books," I said, and then looked at his reaction.
"Oh, really? Are you on drugs?" he asked.
"Nope. Are you?" I asked back.
"No, only prescription ones. Are you a man?" he asked.
"No. Are you a Republican or a Democrat?"
He burst into laughter. "You look like jail bait. How old are you?"
"Eighteen. You?"
He cringed. "Old enough to be your father, if not your grandfather. Jesus."
A cop car pulled along side of his car. He rolled down the window to talk to the cop in the passenger's side.
"Everything o.k., Joe?" the cop said, eyeing me and nodding his head towards me.
"Everything is just fine. Just start the shift?" Joe said and then reached down under his seat to get an envelope. "Here, those photos you wanted," he said, and handed the cop the small flat package.
"Thanks," the cop said, rolled up his window, and off they went, to fight crime, to pester street walkers, to find the good weed sellers for a cut.
Posted by nft at May 24, 2004 09:20 PM