Politically Incorrect Cops -1989

Jimmy was in a bad mood. I could tell someone was going to get their ass handed to them tonight. They’ll land up in Bellevue Hospital.....turbanized, you know, with their head wrapped up, punjab style. Who needs the aggravation? Who needs the paperwork?

This was our fourth midnight tour. The street scum have been getting more and more on Jimmy’s nerves. They’ve become increasingly ballsy since David Dinkins was elected Mayor of New York City.

“The City is going to shit!” When Jimmy goes on a rant like that I just laugh and sing “Come to New York and....Sink....with the Dink.” Jimmy does not laugh, he just hits me in my upper left arm with his heavy St. Joseph's college ring and calls me a dumb wop spaghetti bender. My wife continually asks me, “where do you get those bruises?”

She has stopped asking.

It seems the newly promoted asshole sergeant likes to pick on female cops. The word is he might be a colon cadet, who knows?  Most midnight sergeants take the best looking available female cops as their drivers. Mr. Perfectly Pressed Uniform does not. He takes the spit shined young and muscular male rookies as drivers. Mr. Patrol Guide also avoids the Korean Whorehouse on Lexington Avenue like some poor flea bitten dog. The sergeants own retreat, no cops allowed anywhere near that place, only Sergeants!

What’s up with that, anyway?

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