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I’ve had my share of dealing with the police and I’ve noticed things over the years, like the fact that female cops are stricter than males, it seems that they’re trying to prove something cuz they’re women and don’t want to seem weak, they search people more too, I admit if I see a cop nowadays my heart does a tiny little jump cuz for so long I kept six and tried to avoid them as much as possible, and how funny it was when cops walking will clear a block faster than anything—like a scattering of rats—but the most intense encounter I’ve had with the fuzz was when I threw knives at them wanting them to shoot me but they didn’t and instead I got tackled so violently I limped for the next couple months, some are not that bad though like the woman cop that carries around a Ziploc bag of cigarettes who gave me and my friend a smoke instead of telling us to clear out or the cop who talked to me about rehab and treatment or the cop who let me go a few times, of course there are the pricks and cunts who walk around reeking of arrogance and riding a power trip with their flashlights and gloves and handcuffs—once when I was very green and got searched and the cop took my pipe and told me I could be arrested especially if there was lots of resin and then he gave it back to me and told me he was trying to school me and to get lost, needless to say I was small potatoes to him, it’s a contradiction because it’s great not having them around but having them around gives a feeling of protection what with all those nasty predators stalking about.