I Hated cop stations, they bought back painful memories of bribes being given, caps being popped and prison rape but mostly the prison rape. There wasn’t much I.D. on our boy Jones, they tried to print him but found his finger tips had been burnt off with acid, his picture did not match any known criminal and he had no outstanding library books. The cops were stumped, I knew how this would go, the file would get passed to some rookie for a few days and then It would invariably get shelved as a cold case or the favorite of our boys in blue “gang related killing”.
Roy had a concerned look on his face, I was surprised he usually did not flinch much when faced with death, suffering or the cutting of genitalia, but here he was all concern for a man whom he wanted he feed a nut smoothie to. He came up to me and said “That cop stole my doughnut” , well there goes that theory of him being Mother Teresa, “He stole my doughnut and I’m gonna make him pay for it”, I really didn’t need this, having to bail Roy out over doughnut related violence was something I had grown tired off over the years, it invariably started with him waiting for some cop to eat his doughnut, followed by Roy walking over with a fresh box placing it open under the cop’s nose and then pretending to read the paper until the cop took one, blood and pubic hair often were a messy result, followed by me bribing a lot of people to get him out of prison.
“Look we don’t need this ok, a man got killed in our club, stuff like that tends to bring in a lot of negative publicity, plus there are a whole lot of reporters outside and I can’t be seen exiting the station, Johnny boy at the office is just waiting for a reason to throw me out”, Roy did not seem to hear what I said, he kept looking at the policeman eating the doughnut, it reminded me of an eagle watching a sparrow from a hill, a lion watching a buffalo across the Serengeti, a fat bald man watching one of the dancers in my club.
I screamed into his ear “ROY!”, that seemed to snap him out of it, throwing baleful glances at the cop he said as loud as he could “Know this pig, as sure as the Sun God Ra rides a boat every night and is re born off the Goddess Nut each day, so shall I have my revenge”, and he walked towards the prison cells. I was too dumbfounded for words.
I caught up to him as he made his way downstairs towards the holding cells,that’s when it hit me,I found out later, once I recovered consciousness, that “IT” was a policeman’s baton and IT resulted in me being thrown in the slammer for assaulting a police officer, Only in a shitty town like mine would the police office not even make a pretense of planting a weapon on me when setting me up , I was handcuffed to a chair, and I could see Roy already behind bars ,with his pants around his ankles and every other inmate at the opposite side of the cell.
I decided that the next person who causes me to get knocked out is going to drink a nut smoothie a la Roy.
