Copper looks at me and says:
“you look like my man.”
I laugh in his face. “really?” I say.
“you fit the description of a man that just robbed a bank across the street.” He smiles thinking he is slick. “You have some ID?”
“Oh yes...” I say and make not move to grab it. I laugh at him and smile. “do I have to give it to you?”
“I could bring you in?”
I give him the ID after fishing it out of my pocket.
“you have criminal charges?”
“oh yes.” I say.
“what?”
“Grand theft auto.” I smile. I know he can’t do shit about it. “in Calgary.”
“let me see your fore arms.”
I do—he runs my name and lets me go. I thank him and walk off.
clean fun
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Axanderdeath
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thus spoke G.A.P.
