Raindogblue

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. 

 

 

 

Up

 

 

  

 

 

 

Jargon: DOC

 

A drunk mope was chewing my ear on how women on the street were being victimized by their D.O.C.

On his fifth drop of the acronym, I asked him to clarify. 

He looked at me as if I was stupid. He replied, "Drug of Choice."

 

 

Q on 2nd

 

Off 2nd, a transient flagged me down to tell me that he was the Q in QANON and was connected to a star in his body by three spots in his body.  He demanded to speak with a supervisor when I did not believe him.