so im at work like two weeks ago and this regular comes in. always comes in in full cop uniform, bulletproof vest, gun, ive never seen his squad car, but it must be double parked outside whenever hes in the store. hes a pretty interesting guy we always shoot some shit before he leaves, usually about movies. 50 years old or so. so this time he gets high fidelity, one of everybodys favorite movies, and i start gushing about the first time i saw this movie with eddie and kelly and and jack black is in it and its situated right here in chicago at about honore and milwaukee. roger, the cop, is like, 'oh no shit. i was in 6 shootouts between honore and damen avenue fifteen years back.' i love this guy. he tells me how shitty wicker park used to be back in the late 70's and that in 84 everything started going up pricewise, things started to change. 'yeah id get dressed up. three piece suit, briefcase. go into the double door and stumble around like a rich buisnesman tryin to have some fun. pull out the roll wad now and then, throw some money around. every weekend id take a hit under the train tracks just outside the bar and get robbed.' then his partners would grab the crook. hes a pasty dude too, i bet he could play that part real well. 'when i didnt go to the double door, id just stand on the east corner of north and milwaukee in my suit and take a hit, get mugged.' im like no shit. so he takes off to his squad car, or i guess it would be his regular car then if he was off of work and on his way home, having made my day a little more interesting. im workin with my friend jitesh and at this point were lookin at each other again, gettin ready to pick some movie to put in, and roger comes back in with a book. 'a bunch of the stories i was tellin you about are written in here. ill see you later.' so i thank him before i get a look at the paperback for having now made my day but hes in a hurry to get on with it, so he leaves. im lookin at the fucking book and its titled FLATFOOT, FUZZ, PIG, and SCREW. what is this shit? i turn it over and its got his picture in a polyester suit with a ridiculous poodle lookin haircut. ROGER TERRY. on the inside, its laid out like this
COMMENT: I hear that cops carry two guns. If i was scared enough to have to carry two guns, i wouldnt be a police officer, thats for shure.
AUTHOR: Many police officers carry two guns, their service pistol and a 'drop gun' for good reason..etc.
CASE: Say two cops get a tip from a reliable informant that a gas station is going to be robbed in the next thirty minuites. They both leave the station as quiclkly as possible, get to the scene and begin to stake out the station. Once the officers are in position, one of the guys realizes that his pistol is in his desk drawer back at the station....etc. etc.
you get the idea. real straightforward. copaganda, though. theres a COMMENT about why cops run through red lights that is pretty weakly defended. anyway now the book is shitter reading at the store.