In my younger and stupider years I was a victim of police brutality, administered by a black cop non the less. Did I deserve it? I sure did. Have I ever whined or cried about it? No. In fact there are very few who even know about it.
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Jun 21, 2017Posted this one before.
Way back when I was 20, like think 1986 I was young dumb and full of myself.
This one night my friend and I went down to the local dive stripper bar. (imagine every square inch is covered in Hustler pics) We walk in and after our eyes adjust to the gloom and smoke he spots his brother and his cousin sitting with a half dozen HA's on the front row. His cousin was a prospect I found out later.
Anyway we sit with them and proceed to drink massive quantities of warm shitty ass draft beer. Everything's cool the HA guys don't mind us as long as we keep up with buying when it's our turn.
The night is moving along when a couple of cops show up. Of course they have to go give the HA guys a hard time and they don't get far so they start in on us.
Good cop. Bad cop. White cop. Black cop.
Right about then I decide for some stupid reason to try to be a hard ass to impress these HA guys.
Bad black cop asks for my ID, I pull it out of my wallet and throw it on the floor.
"Pick that up and hand it to me he says"
I look him right in the face and say "Hey boy, how about you go fetch me a beer"
The whole joint goes quiet, I mean fuck I think even the DJ even shut the music off.
"Excuse me"? "What did you just say"?
Me being louder...
"I said boy go fetch me a beer"!
Next thing I know he is dragging me up the back stairs, yea UP, this was such a dive it was in a basement.
The back stairs were somewhere you didn't wanna go, that led to an alley and a lot of things were settled in that alley, if you know what I mean.
So he drags me up the stairs and out the back door, lifts me off my feet and slams me against the wall. Good cop comes out at this point to keep watch and bad cop goes to town kicking my ass, I got a good beating and maybe I was lucky he didn't bother using his billy club.
I am laying there in the filth of that alley beaten right bloody when he leans over me.
He said,
Apology accepted and they walked off.
I crawled back down those stairs, near the bottom someone helped me to my feet and back to the table. A couple of bar girls brought some wet rags and cleaned me up some.
So I am sitting there and one of the HA guys pours me a beer and gives me a look.
He says...
I've seen some stupid motherfuckers and I've seen some crazy motherfuckers and even some who just don't give a fuck, I just can't figure out which one you are.
The rest of the night was a blur, my last memory was drinking some green drink that looked just like antifreeze out of a strippers shoe.
I think I spent the next three days in bed after that night.
