I went to a party last night with Bart and Deb, my partner in crime at the printing plant and his wife. It was last minute, so I dressed as a cop, I picked up a cop shirt with an old emblem a decade ago, it is actually from the 8th District, my dad's old joint. It's very hard to find shirts without the emblem torn off nowadays. Enough of that. I ended up screwing around with the camera as I waited, Bart had called twice about a delay. I love the effect on the web camera that has the swamp water. No way was I going to bring the baton, though. Not the hollow kind cops have now, the old ones were no nonsense. Two words described it, and you'd likely hear one of them in just about any rap song that need a rhyme for trigger. Its faded away from the decades of various people handling it, but at one time you could still see bloodstains courtesy of the Democratic convention of 1968.
