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Charlie
According to the great state of Nebraska I am a marijuana addict. Despite the fact that I was caught with a little less than an ounce of weed and in order to actually become a marijuana addict you'd need to smoke enough weed every day to kill Tommy Chong. But at least now the Government doesn't care. After the war and 30 years of regression socially, the U.S. Government managed to convince the public again that public enemy #1 was 'dangerous' drugs. Needless to say I am now a proud attendee of narcotics anonymous. A condition to my plea deal that turned out to be worse than getting butt raped by a guy named Spider. I sat and I listened to people who actually have problems. One guy let his dog die of starvation on a heroin binge, …show more content…
Don't think that's just a title I put on when I get to the office. Every moment of the day if some fucker is breaking my law I'll break him. I believe I have the jurisdiction. I abhor crime of all kinds. I take pleasure in taking scum off my streets. A guy fucks up, and I'm the cocksucker who makes him pay. A crack head beats up his wife I throw his ass in jail. A kid steals a candy bar I set him straight. Some dickhead wants to drive all over the road I make sure he doesn't do it again. My cohorts at the station ask me
"Cooke, why're you always such a hard ass?"
"I am because I need to be." I always reply. People left unchecked will go nuts. There are lots of crazies on the street and if I'm not hard on crime they'll walk all over the normal god fearing citizens of this country and I won't have that. I have no patience for dumb assholes who think they know better than me. There was a kid I arrested a few weeks back, he thought he knew better. I threw a pebble or two in his bag of weed to make his 0.89 ounces a nice whole number, let's call it a felony. Do I feel bad? Never. He was the one who fucked up. My radio crackles to life and I pick it up. A missing person's report needs to be filed they tell me. 2122 Oak, nice …show more content…
We ended up arresting five people. Almost all for drugs. Cooke turns into traffic. We drive down main street towards the edge of town. We don't talk. We never talk. He just sits there stewing in his own ego as he presses the accelerator down more and more. I look at the speedometer. 61. Were in a 45. Cocksucker. I'm a grandma driver. I can never bring myself to go even five miles an hour over the speed limit. My parents died in a crash when I was six. I didn't drive until I was 21. I was too scared. I got over it. I joined the force. Life goes on. Cooke looks irritated as he has to pass a farmer on a tractor, he looks very mad, overly mad, like this isn't a daily occurrence in bum fuck Nebraska. Like I said Cooke is a cunt. We slow and turn onto the road which leads to the highway. Cooke takes off again down the road. He has a system. If there's a car going to slow for him he puts on his lights, acts like he's pulling them over, then when they're out of his way he takes off leaving them confused and annoyed.
Charlie
According to the great state of Nebraska I am a marijuana addict. Despite the fact that I was caught with a little less than an ounce of weed and in order to actually become a marijuana addict you'd need to smoke enough weed every day to kill Tommy Chong. But at least now the Government doesn't care. After the war and 30 years of regression socially, the U.S. Government managed to convince the public again that public enemy #1 was 'dangerous' drugs. Needless to say I am now a proud attendee of narcotics anonymous. A condition to my plea deal that turned out to be worse than getting butt raped by a guy named Spider. I sat and I listened to people who actually have problems. One guy let his dog die of starvation on a heroin binge, …show more content…
Don't think that's just a title I put on when I get to the office. Every moment of the day if some fucker is breaking my law I'll break him. I believe I have the jurisdiction. I abhor crime of all kinds. I take pleasure in taking scum off my streets. A guy fucks up, and I'm the cocksucker who makes him pay. A crack head beats up his wife I throw his ass in jail. A kid steals a candy bar I set him straight. Some dickhead wants to drive all over the road I make sure he doesn't do it again. My cohorts at the station ask me
"Cooke, why're you always such a hard ass?"
"I am because I need to be." I always reply. People left unchecked will go nuts. There are lots of crazies on the street and if I'm not hard on crime they'll walk all over the normal god fearing citizens of this country and I won't have that. I have no patience for dumb assholes who think they know better than me. There was a kid I arrested a few weeks back, he thought he knew better. I threw a pebble or two in his bag of weed to make his 0.89 ounces a nice whole number, let's call it a felony. Do I feel bad? Never. He was the one who fucked up. My radio crackles to life and I pick it up. A missing person's report needs to be filed they tell me. 2122 Oak, nice …show more content…
We ended up arresting five people. Almost all for drugs. Cooke turns into traffic. We drive down main street towards the edge of town. We don't talk. We never talk. He just sits there stewing in his own ego as he presses the accelerator down more and more. I look at the speedometer. 61. Were in a 45. Cocksucker. I'm a grandma driver. I can never bring myself to go even five miles an hour over the speed limit. My parents died in a crash when I was six. I didn't drive until I was 21. I was too scared. I got over it. I joined the force. Life goes on. Cooke looks irritated as he has to pass a farmer on a tractor, he looks very mad, overly mad, like this isn't a daily occurrence in bum fuck Nebraska. Like I said Cooke is a cunt. We slow and turn onto the road which leads to the highway. Cooke takes off again down the road. He has a system. If there's a car going to slow for him he puts on his lights, acts like he's pulling them over, then when they're out of his way he takes off leaving them confused and annoyed.