Raindogblue

A Small Victory

 

Two young men, short of 20, approach the prowler. 

"Um, Uh, we can't find our car."

We let's go look for it. Jump in. 

I nod to the cage. 

"Uh...." One hesitates. 

His friend says, 'Dude, we've been walking for hours."

They get in.

What bridge did you come in on?

"The Melancholy."

Did you parking on the street or a flat lot?

"A crappy lot with gravel. It was near a pigeon and red building."

I know where you parked: 2nd and Serenity. 

 

At the lot, I point out the car: a green Liberty.

One says, "This isn't it."

That's not your car. 

"Wait! It is."

The lot is under the mural of blue bird framed in red. 

"We're sorry for wasting your time. "

No worries.

You aren't the first person to misplace their car. You won't be the last. 

Take a photo of the street signs of where you park next time. 

 

 

 

 

Shoes

 

Last night, tweaker gal just walked by and said, “Shoes don’t work for dildoes dontcha know.”

 

 

Declarations

 

On a walking beat in the Fentanyl Zone with Midnight Man, a gal wearing an altered aqua, sparkly prom skirt as dress told me, "I am level 42 Power Puff Girl! And I want it known I am against Illuminati Body Swapping!"

 

 

Reckoning

 

On a walking beat in the Fentanyl zone,

the Chaplain and are talking to the locals.

A man speaks up, he's no more than 23. 

 

"I've overdosed 16 times.  I want to quit, but I can't."

 

What would it take you to get clean?

 

"That's the thing, it's not just physical addiction.

It's emotional. I don't think I can."

 

 

 

 

Nails

Flagged down by three women on 2nd Ave,

one had her bank card held in the parking kiosk's slot,

and all of their nails were too long to pull it out.

 

 

Midnight

 

On a rare day, Midnight Man and I worked a beat car. With 53 years of experience, we crushed 26 calls including walking beats and subject stops. The night fly by, but we still managed coffee and dinner. 

 

 

27 going on 28

 

As of the end of yesterday and a lost day between today, I completed my 27 year of policing. 

 

 

Alpha Lincoln

 

Off 3rd, stepping out the Vic, an old school mope

cocks his head, looks at me, smiles, and says,

"Back in in the day, if I took one sight of you,

I'd be running."

 

For awhile, back when I worked the Villages,

he had his hand in every bike theft and burg.

He's been a decade clean and happy

to announce he doesn't have to run from me. 

 

 

The Door

 

 

The Price of Destruction

 

Blues are $2 a pill, and sometimes, as little as a dollar.