fuck tha po-lice!! fuck, fuck, fuck tha po-lice!!
oh, flaming fucking angry doesnt even begin to cover this one...
so i came to work this morning, and had to rush out the door to get to a field site in brooklyn. i finally get done what i need to do, and get out the door.
i take my coffee and get to the station. finish the coffee, pitch it in the can, get on the N train, headed out to the far end of bensonhurst.
the train is empty by the time we cross the manhattan bridge, maybe three people in this car. as it pulls up to pacific avenue, this uniform cop sticks her head in the door and says to me, "sir, could you step out here please?"
ok, i step out. it beats getting shot.
she says, "do you know why i pulled you out here?"
"no, ma'am."
"you had your feet up on the seat."
this is true. i did. i figured with three people on a train that seats about 50, nobody would be needing that seat, and if someone did, i would take my feet down. well, at this point i figured i'd be issued some sort of warning about it.
nope.
she takes my id and starts writing this stuff down. (someone asked me why i didnt just not give it to her. i was on a train the other day when some kid asked a cop what happens if you get a subway ticket and dont have id. the cop told the kid that in that case they have to arrest you and take you in.)
fucking cum-gargling, cock-munching, ass-whore gave me a $50 ticket. for occupying a $2 seat. FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS!!! for THAT!!!
this is just fucking grand. new york's finest my fucking hairy italian ASS!!! there are people all over the place shooting each other, dealing crack on street corners, stealing cars, and other such unsavory activities, the best thing these pig fucks can think to do with themselves is write tickets to people who arent bothering anyone.
oh, god damn, do i feel safer knowing these pricks are out there protecting me.
fuck tha police. fuck fuck fuck tha police.
im getting drunk tonight.
so i came to work this morning, and had to rush out the door to get to a field site in brooklyn. i finally get done what i need to do, and get out the door.
i take my coffee and get to the station. finish the coffee, pitch it in the can, get on the N train, headed out to the far end of bensonhurst.
the train is empty by the time we cross the manhattan bridge, maybe three people in this car. as it pulls up to pacific avenue, this uniform cop sticks her head in the door and says to me, "sir, could you step out here please?"
ok, i step out. it beats getting shot.
she says, "do you know why i pulled you out here?"
"no, ma'am."
"you had your feet up on the seat."
this is true. i did. i figured with three people on a train that seats about 50, nobody would be needing that seat, and if someone did, i would take my feet down. well, at this point i figured i'd be issued some sort of warning about it.
nope.
she takes my id and starts writing this stuff down. (someone asked me why i didnt just not give it to her. i was on a train the other day when some kid asked a cop what happens if you get a subway ticket and dont have id. the cop told the kid that in that case they have to arrest you and take you in.)
fucking cum-gargling, cock-munching, ass-whore gave me a $50 ticket. for occupying a $2 seat. FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS!!! for THAT!!!
this is just fucking grand. new york's finest my fucking hairy italian ASS!!! there are people all over the place shooting each other, dealing crack on street corners, stealing cars, and other such unsavory activities, the best thing these pig fucks can think to do with themselves is write tickets to people who arent bothering anyone.
oh, god damn, do i feel safer knowing these pricks are out there protecting me.
fuck tha police. fuck fuck fuck tha police.
im getting drunk tonight.