A few hundred miles West-South-West from here, maybe 500 miles, stuff is happening in New York City. People are getting out of work and jumping on the subways. Some people are trudging through the chill of winter to their cars and some are even milling about bars for some happy hour hangover medicine. Somewhere, a cop is cursing his luck for grabbing traffic duty and a motorist is cursing the cop for stopping him. Further down the street someone on a public transit bus is cursing the car and it's traffic jamming because they have to meet up with their boss to exchange some VIPs - very important papers.. for whatever. The Boss is pretty pissed off cause he's waiting for his subordinate to arrive so he can make it down to the bar for some happy hour hangover medicine of his own where he is going to drink away his woes - like the fact that his son is a dope head - like the fact that his son shared a joint on the street with a few buddies last night and that poor shlep of a cop, pulling night duty in the blistering cold, dragged them all down to the 9th precinct just so he could get his ass out of the cold.
It could have happened that way. It could have happened some other way.. either way, some people always get the good stories. This time,
that someone got away..
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the guys: philogynist jaime tony - the gals:raymi raspil
