this morning #2102.

this morning, i guess you could say that my first mistake was asking the cops who’d stopped me when i was just walking down the street minding my own business “so…you two behind on filling your quota this month or something?” the white one’s face quickly changed. the hispanic one’s did too. self preservation. “let’s see some ID, wise guy.” that’s when i made my second & third mistakes. sighed a little too loud. swung around my bag a little too fast. the hispanic one yanked it away from me. “how about you show me where it is?” i tapped the front pocket, momentarily forgetting what else was in there. mistake #4. he unzipped it, pulled out my wallet & smirked at what lay underneath. no mistaking it. i was screwed.