Life in Cali: Day 49
I’m sitting at the bus stop and I notice a cop on a motorcycle pulling people over for no good reason. He pulled four motorists over during the ten minutes that I say at that bus stop. One of the motorists was speeding a little but I could see no reason for the other three. It was the craziest thing I have ever seen. I called the Los Angeles police to ask if what he was doing was legal but no one picked up the phone.
So, I turned to this older brother and asked if he was seeing what I was seeing. I then asked him if this is the police's normal rountine. This dude yells in a loud stuttering voice, "Yeah, I’m tired of these popopoolice ffffffucking with me." He then goes on to tell me how he is the suspect in several armed robberies in the area. Last week the police bust into his house took in for questioning about a shooting in an Inglewood shopping center. He then tells me about some place called Twin Towers and how his girl had to come and get him out - he was afraid for her because she had a warrant. He then goes on to tell me about two armed robberies that he DID commit. At that point I’m thinking to myself, what the fuck is this. When he completes his "Crime Story" rant, he starts talking crazy about the police again.
This cat had to be about 45 years old. His eyes bucked and they were bloodshot red. He had a miniature Don King hairdo going. I’ve should have known something was up but I was real curious about the police. I’m not going to talk to anymore people on the bus.
Speaking of the bus. Los Angeles buses suck. The seats are hard and the drivers are rude. Twice I’ve said good morning to the bus driver and twice she’s looked at me like I’m a diseased toad. They’ll have to make some serious changes if they want people to leave their cars at home.
I still have to find out about that cop. I’m sure what he is doing is illegal. He is not running plates and most of the people were not doing anything wrong – as far as I can tell. But in the last two day I’ve seen this motorcycle cop pull over at least seven motorists. I’m never at that corner for more that 10 minutes at a time. There is something seriously wrong with that picture.
ADDITIONAL NOTE: On the way home from a poetry set, some guy drives past us and stares into the car. I stared back with that, "what the hell are you looking at" look on my face. My girl said I shouldn't do that considering that we were driving through Inglewood. But I would really like to know what he was look at or for.
Life in Cali: Day 49