Monday, July 23, 2007


If you know anything about me, you know that the cops are always on my tail.

I suppose that is to be expected from the hard-living of a middle-class, minister in the Bible-belt whose life long list of offenses includes things like: a couple speeding tickets, ...and uh...well I guess that's it.

Anyway, apparently my reputation preceded me on my trip to New York City a couple weeks ago. Because the po-po's were ready for me. I hadn't been there for more than a few hours by the time the NYPD had me cuffed and thrown in the back of their car.

Here are the pics (taken on Mark's phone):

Note how happy that cop in the first picture is to have finally apprehended me. I guess that is what I get for hanging out in the parking lot of Shea Stadium at 1:00am.


Anonymous said...

don't drop the soap.

Anonymous said...

F the Poleece.

Do you smell bacon? I definitely smell a pork product of some sort.

Anonymous said...

That cop looks giddy as a school boy.

You know why the cops are always on your tail? Because you are a fighter. You used to always cruise around on a Saturday night just a lookin for a fight.

That was me who said to F the poleece as well.


bill said...

yeah, i assumed that was you.

not only did i cruise around on a saturday night just a lookin for a fight. but i also did some sweet harmonizing while doing it.

of course, you know that.

michaelCODY said...

ha. See you Sunday!