about a third of the way thru a dumpster , my partner in crime for the night , the feral kid remarked aloud that we had attracted the attention of the west hollywood sherrif's department .
now , i would like to take this time to point out that being a sherrif is probably a difficult job . riding around all day in that modified crown victoria harassing the good citizenry of los angeles , eating donuts and generally proving why this job only requires a high school diploma and the ability to carry a potentially deadly weapon .
at any rate , i looked over my shoulder and was presented with the question " what are you doing there ? " what i said in response to that question escapes me at present , cause after a hundred and fourty dumpsters , i was surprised that i was even given a second look . though i'm sure i had the perfect come back in there somewhere . i mean , come on . i hardly fit the stereotype . but there i was with my hands behind my back , fingers interlaced , pondering how much time and money this incident would cost me .
the tall blonde rookie cop patted me down , asked if i had any weapons , while simultaneously feeling on my right pants pocket . making me very uncomfortable . he grabbed my paint covered satchel bag and asked if he could rummage thru it , as if i had a choice . now , i'm not as stupid as i may seem . i have everything ready just in case of a coptastrophe . i relayed my dubious story of graffiti eradication to the rookie cop and allowed him to kindly open the rear left door so that i may inspect the rich corinthian leather , that seemed very luxurious under my paint streaked ass .
by the time the dumb blonde cop was done looking thru of my wallet and a peek at my potential criminal record , the squattier dark haired cop had finished giving the third degree to the feral kid after about ten minutes of the columbus method of typing my name into the copputer , a real call of importance came over the radio and i was asked to step out of the car . and to " think about this more before doing it again "
so , to make a ridiculous story short , tfk and i went back to my place to have a beer and make cop jokes .
one day , i might stop painting . but that day is not today .
