We have a situation here in Boro where the Mayor is the ex-boss of Cleveland Constabulary, and was publicly made out as dodgy as fuck when he was doing that job, big scams involving money and drugs, etc. He also invited the chief of the NYPD over to show us how to do 'zero-tolerance'. His name is Ray Mallon, and he's actually now being groomed for a job in Parliament with Labour! But anyway, it's well known in Boro that gangsters run many of the most popular pubs and clubs here. One story that's well known is that the son of the most well known club-owning kneecapper got arrested on a night out in London with his friends and got caught with a big bag of coke in the car. Released and awaiting what came next, he and Mallon drove down to London together. Lo and behold, all charges dropped.

Ray is very much supported by many of the public here, as he is thought of as a Dirty Harry type: he'll bend the rules to get things done. The local rag, the Evening Gazette, actively promotes this image and backs every idea of his with full conviction.

Lived in Bridgeport for a while though I've never gambled or dined at Ponchinello's. I did, however, have a very interesting exchange with a police officer at Freddy's Pizza after hearing what sounded like a goddamn gunfight just across the street It went like this:

Me: Officer, I don't know if you heard, but several shots were just fired across the street.

Cop: Were dey shootin' at you?

Me: I don't think so, no.

Cop: Den fuck da you care, buddy?

FMajcinek wrote:
Cop: Were dey shootin' at you?

Me: I don't think so, no.

Cop: Den fuck da you care, buddy?

Some tactical advice: If you are trying to make an Area 9 cop put down his Freddy's beef sangwich, you are basically attempting the impossible.

The correct thing to do in that situation, stupid as it sounds, is to call 911 and relate the report to a dispatcher who is not eating a Freddy's beef sangwich. The call will go to officers who are not enjoying anything from Freddy's at the time. Unencumbered by pizza, sausage sangwich, or breaded steak, those officers may serve and protect with greaseless fingers.

Gunfire, as infrequent as it is here, is almost always the work of asshole offspring of cops...who have left their guns in the house while they run to Freddy's for a beef sangwich.

-r

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Someone else got arrested last week, I can't remember his name though.

warmowski wrote:

FMajcinek wrote:
Cop: Were dey shootin' at you?

Me: I don't think so, no.

Cop: Den fuck da you care, buddy?

Some tactical advice: If you are trying to make an Area 9 cop put down his Freddy's beef sangwich, you are basically attempting the impossible.

The correct thing to do in that situation, stupid as it sounds, is to call 911 and relate the report to a dispatcher who is not eating a Freddy's beef sangwich. The call will go to officers who are not enjoying anything from Freddy's at the time. Unencumbered by pizza, sausage sangwich, or breaded steak, those officers may serve and protect with greaseless fingers.

Gunfire, as infrequent as it is here, is almost always the work of asshole offspring of cops...who have left their guns in the house while they run to Freddy's for a beef sangwich.

-r

Warmoski-- You hit the nail on the head, my friend! Being from Bridgeport, I chucked from beginning to end of your post.

It's interesting what you said about it being kids of cops with the guns...I knew at least two kids in grade school who died from gunshots cuz they were playing with a cop-relative's gun. It's weird. Also, I try to explain to "outsiders" that the so-called gangs concregated around Freddy's are nothing more than spoiled Catholic School Italian boys trying to act like tough-guys. The same goes for the girls who used to give me dirty looks when I crossed "the border," aka Halsted.

It is still around Chicago. Just not as publicized as other cities like NY and NJ. I remember when the bar "Faces" used to be around. It was right next to Magnums Steak house. Guys used to go there all the time. Well known guys.