and other loves
& Other Loves
They hauled Greg out first after checking our licenses. They searched the fuck out of him and threw him into the back of a cruiser. He is a known cop hater and they hate him back wherever he goes. He once pulled a gun on a cop – the cop’s own gun. They took Tami out of the car. I knew i was next, so i slipped the rig into a box of eggs (we’d just gone shopping.). The cop came back to the car and talked to me through the window. I was in back, Tami was outside with the cop. He told me they had called in a search dog and if they found anything in the car, Tami would be charged. “Now’s your chance to come clean,” he said. I thought of the dirty syringe in her grocery bag and it was aw fuck. A question on Tami’s face, doubt, on the verge of collapse, “Paddy! Tell them ‘no!’” she plead. He repeated his threat and promise and i told him about my syringe. Tami cried and turned. He yanked me out of the car and fondled my balls. There were three cruisers by now as i sat on the ground cross-legged in my nirvana sweatshirt with traffic rubbernecking by at five-miles-an-hour. A cold wind cut the gray April dusk. They questioned us endlessly. Repeated the same questions. “Where’s the dope?” Separately, Greg and I told them “there is no dope.” And separately they told us that the other had said there was dope and each was assigning it to the other. Tami sat innocently in the second cruiser. The cop in charge put on a pair of rubber gloves and searched the car on his knees, saving the eggs for last. He found a roach in the ashtray, which Tami said belonged to her ex-boyfriend. Add this to her unregistered, uninsured, uninspected car she was driving on a suspended license with $3,000 in unpaid parking tickets while high on 100 mg prescribed Oxycontin. They took Greg out of the cruiser and threw me into the cruiser and a supervisor cop showed up with a gold badge. He did not have a dog with him. He barked at Greg and Greg took it. Greg knew how to handle cops better than i did. He stayed calm and went along. Before i was thrown into the cruiser, before i was told to sit on the ground cross-legged, when the cops were threatening me with prison time and insulting me, lying their asses off about what Greg was telling them and lying to him about what I was saying, i had given it right back. “Nirvana?” The second, short, Italian cop had said. “Is that your name? Your friend told us there’s dope in the car.” “You’re fulla shit.” “That’s officer.” The cop in charge said: “Is this the way you want this to go?” Reaching for the cuffs. “No,” i said. After delicately removing the eggs and finding the syringe, they threw me in the cruiser and there i waited until they abruptly told Greg to walk. Sometime later, they let me out, they recited some Latin to me, something about the truth setting you free, and let me walk. They took Tami’s car and she stayed behind. They said they were taking the car in to search it with a dog and if they found anything, we’d hear from them – more bullshit. They’d made a big deal about the heroin, but in the end all they had were traffic violations on a $400 Toyota, to which Tami could now add towing expenses. I met up with Greg down the road, where he was waiting, and we walked. He had angst over leaving Tami, but he walked with me to the nearest liquor store where we picked up a six. We had a walk home in the dark, cracking and drinking along the road during lulls in traffic. Midway up the steepest hill, we bumped into a thin brunette who said hi and we stopped to talk. She was selling Oxycontin 20s for five bucks. We bought two and drank them down. The sodium vapor streetlights sprayed us home, Greg’s high-rise had no edges. Inside i sat on the couch while Greg went back and forth with Tami on the phone. She was pissed. She hung up on him. This was all Paddy’s fault. Also, Greg had lied to her about using drugs. He told her he had not and she somewhat believed him. She put the question to him: “What are you going to do about Paddy?” He’d known her three weeks! He said, “Nothing.”
They hauled Greg out first after checking our licenses. They searched the fuck out of him and threw him into the back of a cruiser. He is a known cop hater and they hate him back wherever he goes. He once pulled a gun on a cop – the cop’s own gun. They took Tami out of the car. I knew i was next, so i slipped the rig into a box of eggs (we’d just gone shopping.). The cop came back to the car and talked to me through the window. I was in back, Tami was outside with the cop. He told me they had called in a search dog and if they found anything in the car, Tami would be charged. “Now’s your chance to come clean,” he said. I thought of the dirty syringe in her grocery bag and it was aw fuck. A question on Tami’s face, doubt, on the verge of collapse, “Paddy! Tell them ‘no!’” she plead. He repeated his threat and promise and i told him about my syringe. Tami cried and turned. He yanked me out of the car and fondled my balls. There were three cruisers by now as i sat on the ground cross-legged in my nirvana sweatshirt with traffic rubbernecking by at five-miles-an-hour. A cold wind cut the gray April dusk. They questioned us endlessly. Repeated the same questions. “Where’s the dope?” Separately, Greg and I told them “there is no dope.” And separately they told us that the other had said there was dope and each was assigning it to the other. Tami sat innocently in the second cruiser. The cop in charge put on a pair of rubber gloves and searched the car on his knees, saving the eggs for last. He found a roach in the ashtray, which Tami said belonged to her ex-boyfriend. Add this to her unregistered, uninsured, uninspected car she was driving on a suspended license with $3,000 in unpaid parking tickets while high on 100 mg prescribed Oxycontin. They took Greg out of the cruiser and threw me into the cruiser and a supervisor cop showed up with a gold badge. He did not have a dog with him. He barked at Greg and Greg took it. Greg knew how to handle cops better than i did. He stayed calm and went along. Before i was thrown into the cruiser, before i was told to sit on the ground cross-legged, when the cops were threatening me with prison time and insulting me, lying their asses off about what Greg was telling them and lying to him about what I was saying, i had given it right back. “Nirvana?” The second, short, Italian cop had said. “Is that your name? Your friend told us there’s dope in the car.” “You’re fulla shit.” “That’s officer.” The cop in charge said: “Is this the way you want this to go?” Reaching for the cuffs. “No,” i said. After delicately removing the eggs and finding the syringe, they threw me in the cruiser and there i waited until they abruptly told Greg to walk. Sometime later, they let me out, they recited some Latin to me, something about the truth setting you free, and let me walk. They took Tami’s car and she stayed behind. They said they were taking the car in to search it with a dog and if they found anything, we’d hear from them – more bullshit. They’d made a big deal about the heroin, but in the end all they had were traffic violations on a $400 Toyota, to which Tami could now add towing expenses. I met up with Greg down the road, where he was waiting, and we walked. He had angst over leaving Tami, but he walked with me to the nearest liquor store where we picked up a six. We had a walk home in the dark, cracking and drinking along the road during lulls in traffic. Midway up the steepest hill, we bumped into a thin brunette who said hi and we stopped to talk. She was selling Oxycontin 20s for five bucks. We bought two and drank them down. The sodium vapor streetlights sprayed us home, Greg’s high-rise had no edges. Inside i sat on the couch while Greg went back and forth with Tami on the phone. She was pissed. She hung up on him. This was all Paddy’s fault. Also, Greg had lied to her about using drugs. He told her he had not and she somewhat believed him. She put the question to him: “What are you going to do about Paddy?” He’d known her three weeks! He said, “Nothing.”
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