Hate alone is not enough to nourish. But there’s rage too.

i had to return E’s bke to here yesterday cause i don’t have enough room for it here. it’s a small frame, awkward for me to ride. Oh yeah, she’d also left her keys at my place and was thusly locked out. She took up some eats at an eatery local to her and i said i’d meet her there. i got to her neighborhood and found the place she was at. i was late. So i finished up her dish and we jetted. i was riding her bike and fooling around in the road and stuff and around the corner from her place i was up on the side walk. i see this black impala (read unmarked popo). He slams the car in reverse and stops pretty much in front of me and e. this napolean prick of an officer gets out of the car and excuses himself but “riding on the sidewalk is an offense”. i pony up my id and he runs it. while he’s running my license i see a delivery boy up the road pulling onto the sidewalk. figures. truth is i agree with the law. it’s purpose being preventing pricks like me barreling down a sidewalk full of people and causing a safety hazard. but wait a minute. in brooklyn? at 11:30 on a monday night? besides the fact that i’m sure there’s a bag of something changing hands in front of my apartment at this very hour, is there a real risk when there’s no one out on a 45 f blustery mid-may night. the guy comes back with a summons telling me i can show up at the precinct on such and such to viddy a safety tape. the typical post-confrontation scenarios entered my mind. could i have reasoned with the guy? taken a shot at his crackpot detective work? asked him if this was a productive use of my tax dollars? ask him if he realized that i was walking with a hooker and the bike was stolen? blah blah. but the lockdown was on and i clammed up. oh well. maybe i’ll make the summons date but i’ll be enjoying plenty of nachos, refried beans and buffalo wings the night before to maintain ripeness of air in the viewing room.