Last night, on my way back to Berkeley, a moustached businessman in a suit sat down next to me on the train. He opened his briefcase to get out some papers. And (being the nosy bastard I am), I peeked inside. He had a holstered gun and a badge inside on top of his other papers.
I suppose that sitting next to a detective shouldn't be surprising. But for some reason, it was. I wanted to ask him about the cases he was working on. I wanted to know how many dark alleys he's chased a fugitive down. I wanted to know how many hard-nosed police chiefs he's been fired by because he was a loose cannon. I wanted to know if he could tell whether a white powder was cocaine or not just by tasting a bit of it on his finger. I wanted to find out how many suspects he's beaten a confession out of.
But instead I got off the train and walked home, leaving my Vain NyquilCopper all alone.
what he didn't have a hand mirror and a comb? and where's his sleep-inducing green pills?
ah good scrabble memories, i let you wash over me now.
Posted by: michele on October 31, 2002 12:36 PMI know this has nothing to do with FBI agents, but I need Doug's email address. Jacob gave me a decoy address to throw me off the trail, but he underestimates my resources. Like his comments page. So, Doug, or somebody else, what's your email address?
Posted by: jason on November 1, 2002 04:44 PMif you go to the second post, "rapier wit" there's a comment from doug and if you hover your cursor over his name, you should see his email address at the bottom of the comments screen. oooorrr you could just click on it and get to it that way i guess.
Posted by: michele on November 1, 2002 05:47 PMThat's the email address that I already gave him, though. I asked Doug if he was SURE that was his address, but have received no reply thus far (because Doug probably looks down on me for asking). Hopefully it works this time!
Posted by: Jacob on November 1, 2002 06:59 PM