Don't taze me, bro!

[two-stabs.livejournal.com]

I was in Davis last night on the partition between Store 24 and the square. Three cops came and started harassing the dudes drinking out of brown bags. The fat one actually broke the cap on two more bottles of liquor and poured them out on the brick. It fucking stank like whiskey something awful.

Drunk: "My brother's the chief of police!"

Cop: "Not anymore he ain't!"

((ED: That's right, 'ain't'.))

Cop: (pouring bottles) Fucking screw!


So first of all, I think the last time someone was told to 'screw' was in a speakeasy, ninety years ago.

Second, the cop basically admitted that they gave the drunk special treatment during the period in which his brother was actually the chief of police.

Third, why the fuck would they BREAK THE SEAL on large bottles of liquor and pour it all over the square? I guarantee you some poor dog got fucked up.

Lastly, why are Somerville cops such unnecessary assholes? Patience and negotiation should be fucking keystones of officer training, not the exception to the rule.

I wanted his badge number, but I was afraid of winding up on YouTube on the wrong end of a taser.

Comments

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

I don't like that the cops broke the seal on a bottle. Must I now disguise my sealed shiraz in a baby blanket just to get it home?

[komos.livejournal.com]

Probably not, assuming that you're not getting lit with another bottle in the middle of the Square.

[two-stabs.livejournal.com]

That's the part that sort of irked me. Sealed liquor is sealed liquor, period.