“Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.”
“We were working the day watch out of Lakewood. Playground patrol. The usual. Booking young mothers caught pushing their kids on the swings.”
“Just then, a poodle piddled on my pant leg.”
“You’ll never take me a live, copper!” said the little queer, who was maskless. My partner and I wrestled him to the ground and cuffed him. When we looked up, the park was deserted. The poodle was dead, having been crushed in the struggle.
The story you have just heart was true. The names were changed because it was downright embarrassing.
The maskless poodle walker was booked for some damned thing or other. Obstruction of justice, I think. He committed suicide in lockup, heartbroken over the death of his ‘best friend’.
Bill Gannon pummelled the mother into submission. While i told the kid to shut up. Funny how kids don’t understand how police states work.