Jaywalking in Parramore

I just realized how funny this post could be, if it were some kind of parody of Jay Leno’s Jay Walking, with white-ass Jay being chased out of the ghett.  And yet, this is not a funny post, but more of a sad one. I was putting up fliers for a children’s book giveaway in Parramore today and, as usual, traffic was light. So I was walking back and forth across the streets without the saftey of a crosswalk. I did this each time, it so happens, right in front of the cops. This is the same neighborhood where its own residents are constantly stopped for jaywalking, usually as pretense to be searched for drugs, weapons, whatever. I was only armed with a stapler and some strong adhesive tape, but gott-damn if I wouldn’t have stapled a cop’s ass to a telephone poll. Those fuckers.