It was just about 10 o’clock at night when a patrolman approached me at the old restaurant where I was waiting for Jimmy. The patrolman said “ What are you doing?” or something like that. I told him that I was waiting for Jimmy Wells. I told him about Jimmy and the restaurant. He then said “Will you be counting on him sharp?”. I told him that I wasn’t. I didn’t realize that this might have meant something until it was too late. Then he left.
A few minutes later, another man showed up. I asked him if he was Jimmy and he said he was, so I believed him. We walked and talked for a few minutes, until I got a good look at his nose. It had changed from a roman to a pug. Then he admitted that he wasn’t Jimmy and that I had been under arrest
A few minutes later, another man showed up. I asked him if he was Jimmy and he said he was, so I believed him. We walked and talked for a few minutes, until I got a good look at his nose. It had changed from a roman to a pug. Then he admitted that he wasn’t Jimmy and that I had been under arrest