Whoopa-whoopa-whoopa-WOOOOOOOoooooop.
That's the sound of a police car pulling up outside yo crib, that is. Mofo.
And I should know.
I've heard the fuckers from New York to Liverpool.
It's never a harbinger of good news.
Usually a fanfare of death, in fact.
And why they can't just go about their dreadful business quietly is a mystery known only to those who swear allegiance to The Smith (Jaaaaacqqqui) and have the funny handshake off pat.
Anyway, they're calling again.
Not on a morbid mission to point out our friends and relatives' frail grasp on mortality this time, thank heavens.
Still. It's a drag.
A FUCKING BIG DRAG.
technomist
I hate the way the police have come to see it as their right to disturb the peace with maximum inconvenience to the public.
Its like that old expression about how some army had to destroy the town to save it.