Good Cop, Mad Cop
If there is anyone (outside of perhaps, Hunter S. Thompson ) more qualified to write about client-customer relations with the police, it might just be me. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but I can say with certainty that most (but not all) of our encounters occurred during my reckless youth that I prefer to think of as “good times gone bad because men with badges showed up.” I’ve never been charged, or cited for anything terrible like assault against another, or even worse, singing along to a love song authored by a nineties teenage boy band. As crazy and out of hand as I’ve let situations become over the years, even I know when to draw the line. I recently had an encounter with a Policeman in the lovely little hamlet of Framingham, Massachusetts that somehow led me to reminisce about some of the times I’ve had the luck (or lack thereof) to find myself face-to-face with someone well informed on the law and whose job it is to enforce it. I should mention that I don’t believe there ...