When I went outside during our first class break for the evening, I had noticed two black under covers staring intensely at me from an all-black fuzz mobile parked directly behind mine. They were parked no more than a foot from my rear bumper. So I decided to have some fun. I recalled the game played on a couple of agents by a pair of wise guys in Binghamton who offered some donuts to the officers. I didn’t have immediate access to donuts or coffee, so I figured I’d offer to take them to a diner down the street. Immediately I realized that Angie must’ve run her big trap to draw all this heat down on me from Johnny Law.
As I approached the vehicle I saw the cops becoming nervous and squirming to grasp their weapons.
First I said, “Yous guys lookin’ for me? If so, here I am,” while holding my hands out.
Then the driver said, “It ain’t none of your business who we’re lookin’ for.” Then he warned me to back off from the vehicle, lest I meet with dire consequences.
So I said with a smile, “Why don’t you guys let me buy you some coffee and donuts at the diner down the street—It’ll help keep you awake?”
Then the guy on the passenger side said, “We ain’t gonna tell you again boy; back off from the vehicle.” At the same time he slowly raised his piece and made it visible.
While in a sudden state of fright, I said, “Be cool with the roscoe man. I’m gone.”
In a way I couldn’t blame them, since so many cops have gotten whacked in this manner. Finally as I was leaving, I asked them to keep an eye on my car, to make sure no one plants a bug or bomb under it. They said nothing else as I made my way back to the school back door entrance. I was definitely feeling fearless and daffy, plus I outwardly showed it.