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[jayrodin]

double post read the above.

[jayrodin]

Speaking of cops.

My second performance ever-

It was 2 am and the bars were letting out. I had the biggest drunkest crowd ever, prolly fifty people or more. The cherry on top was the choir of five or six fat drunk men standing behind me. I was in the middle of Folsom Prison by Johnny Cash, my last song of the night, when that same damn cop who yelled at me the prior Friday pulled up. He slammed on his breaks bringing the cruiser to a screeching halt right in front of me and jumped out furious. He stomped up and shoved his finger right into my face. "What did I tell you- No panhandling!" I tried to explain that the ordinance had passed but he just continued yelling "Okay, where's your permit then?" "I don't have a permit. You don't need-" "Oh yeah? well you know how I know you don't have one?! Because they havn't started issuing them yet!" "I’ve got the ordinance in my car. Will you please just read the thing? I'll go get it." "This is my beat kid! MY BEAT. You don't think I know what the laws are around here???" Some guy from the crowd interrupted him “What man, you don’t like Johnny Cash?” “Well, yes I do but-“ “Just let him finish the song!” someone else yelled “Yeah, just let him finish the song.” "Let the kid finish the song." A few people began to chant "FREE SPEACH FREE SPEACH" Now he was trying to explain to everyone that he was sorry he had to kick me out but it was illegal and the law was the law- blah blah blah blah blah. In the middle of his spiel the big fat drunk man quire started chanting "FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE!" laughing and getting real rowdy. No one was listening to him anymore. He had lost control. He paused just looking around the crowd for a second then turned back to me getting right up in my face, eye to eye "You better be gone by the time I get back or you're going to jail." Keeping his voice real low so only I could hear it. I couldn’t help but just stand there with that cocky little grin on my face realizing in that moment me, some skinny pimple faced kid with nothing but a drum on his back had become more powerful than the biggest baddest cop in Old Town. He ran back to his car giving me one last vindictive look before he slammed the door and speeding off. I watched his tale lights in disbelief as he drove all the way down the street till finally disappearing around a corner. I then turned back to my crowd and raised my hands in the air "Ladies and Gentlemen, apparently free speech is illegal in some parts of our great country these days but if you insist on showering me with more money before I pack up I'm sure there is certainly nothing the good cops of Wichita Kansas can do about it!" Everyone laughed and applauded, and came to me with money overflowing, thanking me for the show, and expressing their "fond" feelings for the cop. I parted the crowd and packed up for fear he would come back with his buddies. I didn’t want to get hassled anymore, and I certainly didn't want any of those poor drunk bastards to do something stupid and get themselves into trouble. I swear, they were the most glorious fat drunk men you’ll ever see. As I was walking back to my car a camero full of frat boys stopped “Hold on a second!” An Indian kid (as in- a kid from India) about my age climbed out of the back and walked over to me. He handed me a five, and said "Fuck de police." just like that other indian kid off that 70's show would say it. haha.... I just smiled and shook my head and waved them off. Oh what a night.

I tracked down the cop a couple days later and after kissing some ass got him to read the ordinance with me. I didn't have any problems after that but unfortunantly he actually DID know the law now which meant no performing after 10 : / which inturn meant now more big drunk crowds.

[jayrodin]

Speaking of cops.

My second performance ever-

It was 2 am and the bars were letting out. I had the biggest drunkest crowd ever, prolly fifty people or more. The cherry on top was the choir of five or six fat drunk men standing behind me. I was in the middle of Folsom Prison by Johnny Cash, my last song of the night, when that same damn cop who yelled at me the prior Friday pulled up. He slammed on his breaks bringing the cruiser to a screeching halt right in front of me and jumped out furious. He stomped up and shoved his finger right into my face. "What did I tell you- No panhandling!" I tried to explain that the ordinance had passed but he just continued yelling "Okay, where's your permit then?" "I don't have a permit. You don't need-" "Oh yeah? well you know how I know you don't have one?! Because they havn't started issuing them yet!" "I’ve got the ordinance in my car. Will you please just read the thing? I'll go get it." "This is my beat kid! MY BEAT. You don't think I know what the laws are around here???" Some guy from the crowd interrupted him “What man, you don’t like Johnny Cash?” “Well, yes I do but-“ “Just let him finish the song!” someone else yelled “Yeah, just let him finish the song.” "Let the kid finish the song." A few people began to chant "FREE SPEACH FREE SPEACH" Now he was trying to explain to everyone that he was sorry he had to kick me out but it was illegal and the law was the law- blah blah blah blah blah. In the middle of his spiel the big fat drunk man quire started chanting "FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE!" laughing and getting real rowdy. No one was listening to him anymore. He had lost control. He paused just looking around the crowd for a second then turned back to me getting right up in my face, eye to eye "You better be gone by the time I get back or you're going to jail." Keeping his voice real low so only I could hear it. I couldn’t help but just stand there with that cocky little grin on my face realizing in that moment me, some skinny pimple faced kid with nothing but a drum on his back had become more powerful than the biggest baddest cop in Old Town. He ran back to his car giving me one last vindictive look before he slammed the door and speeding off. I watched his tale lights in disbelief as he drove all the way down the street till finally disappearing around a corner. I then turned back to my crowd and raised my hands in the air "Ladies and Gentlemen, apparently free speech is illegal in some parts of our great country these days but if you insist on showering me with more money before I pack up I'm sure there is certainly nothing the good cops of Wichita Kansas can do about it!" Everyone laughed and applauded, and came to me with money overflowing, thanking me for the show, and expressing their "fond" feelings for the cop. I parted the crowd and packed up for fear he would come back with his buddies. I didn’t want to get hassled anymore, and I certainly didn't want any of those poor drunk bastards to do something stupid and get themselves into trouble. I swear, they were the most glorious fat drunk men you’ll ever see. As I was walking back to my car a camero full of frat boys stopped “Hold on a second!” An Indian kid (as in- a kid from India) about my age climbed out of the back and walked over to me. He handed me a five, and said "Fuck de police." just like that other indian kid off that 70's show would say it. haha.... I just smiled and shook my head and waved them off. Oh what a night.

I later tracked down that cop and after kissing a little ass got him to read the ordinance with me. Didn't have any problems after that.