I know, Don. And you know. There are so many screwed up things in this world, just as there are good people trying to put them back together. Those people are our hope, and you’re one of them. Thank you.
Hi protesters, it’s me, Don.
Do you remember me?
I’m a police officer.
We’ve met before.
Excuse me? Did you say Ferguson?
No no no, not there. I’ve only been there a couple of times, but never in riot gear.
You, the lady with the black shirt on. I remember you from what I think was your house, or maybe that was your grandma’s house.
Do you remember that time your 23 year old sister swallowed a good deal of toilet cleaner because she was distraught at being pregnant again?
Gosh, I remember it like it was yesterday.
That’s right, I was there with that young, black officer.
He is handsome, you’re right.
Yes, that was me that knelt down on your dirty, roach infested bathroom floor and turned your sister onto her side to keep her from choking to death on her own vomit.
That’s right, I stroked…
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