“Sergeant, has it occurred to you that no other species has need of cops. Or judges. Or punishment.”
“And just who would protect you and your family and children from the murderers and child molesters and lunatics?”
“Who breathes for us when we sleep? Who protects us from the bogeyman?”
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The writing was on the wall when the wall turned orange. So my easy time days may be numbered. It seems I once more have pushed it until it popped. When will I learn?
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“All dope,” I expanded my current theory, “ is relative. I like to get loaded! When I let it come my way that’s one thing, but when I get strung up with desire for it, that’s another. That’s dope.”
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Even a man who is pure in heart
And says his prayers at night
May turn to a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
And the moon is full and bright
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I could sing America before I drew breath, single bound tall buildings with a Jap in my mouth. I was taught to be scared of the fall, not of the death, and that a nigger’s a Negro, even down south.
My private tutors were Davy Crockett, Abe Lincoln and John Wayne. My coaches Tarzan and Ford and Alley Oop. I dated Monroe and Bergman and the jet-propelled plane. And drunk moonshine and Coke and LSD soup.
I was reared by a world made of tears and concrete. I’m strong by millions and ready to start scraping the shit from the yellow brick road, ready to pull the motor out of the rust. I’m strong by centuries of “Be free. Be kind. Be just.” I’m strong by bleeding the weaker man’s pain. I’m strong by seeing my own weaknesses plain. I’m strong by millions and ready for my work.
