{"id":309,"date":"2007-03-09T03:36:00","date_gmt":"2007-03-09T11:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=309"},"modified":"2015-11-02T17:43:07","modified_gmt":"2015-11-03T01:43:07","slug":"when-the-cocked-45-came-out-from-behind-the-cops-leg-honest-to-god-i-found-myself-thinking-damn-i-know-busking-is-illegal-but-geez","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2007\/03\/09\/when-the-cocked-45-came-out-from-behind-the-cops-leg-honest-to-god-i-found-myself-thinking-damn-i-know-busking-is-illegal-but-geez\/","title":{"rendered":"When the cocked .45 came out from behind the cop’s leg, honest to God, I found myself thinking — Damn, I know busking is illegal but geez…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nYou almost read about this in the evening news instead of in this blog. This happened just about two hours ago… <\/span><\/p>\n

W<\/span>hen the cocked .45* came out from behind the cop’s leg, honest to God, I found myself thinking — in that slow-mo way — Damn, I <\/i>know busking is illegal but I’m just sitting out here in my favorite sidewalk cafe, plunking on my guitar like I have hundreds of times, talking to a pal, drinking some coffee…<\/i><\/p>\n

But when he brought the gun up the bead was on my friend.<\/p>\n

“Take your hands out of your pockets very<\/i> slowly,” he said, the .45 looking surprisingly big like they always do when you’re on the wrong end of one. (Hell, they look big from any angle, to me. But compared to the nines most of the cops around here have carried for years, this thing looked like a WWI Howitzer.<\/p>\n

My friend slowly realized the cop was talking to him. He got this funny little smile on his face and, very, very slowly drew his hands out of the front pocket of his hoodie, which had its hood up over his head.<\/p>\n

“Put your hands on top of your head very slowly —<\/i> don’t make any sudden moves.”<\/p>\n

I quickly figured that if I didn’t get hit by a through and through, I’d at the very least be wearing my friend. It didn’t seem like a happy way to close out the week.<\/p>\n

My mind flashed back about ten minutes to ordering my coffee. The barista at the counter had taken a phone call as I put my two bucks across the counter, looked concerned, then got a big grin and said, “Oh, no. Don’t worry about that — he’s a customer. He’s a sheriff’s deputy and he just got off duty… really, everything’s OK.”<\/p>\n

He clicked off the phone, laughing. “The burger joint across the street saw a guy with a gun outside — but it was a buddy of mine, a deputy just off some assignment and he was in some kind of plain clothes thing with a gun strapped on. He took off a few minutes ago.”<\/p>\n

H<\/span>aving had a few guns pointed at me before (including a cocked .38 held right upside my head by another Long Beach officer back around ’79 — that was a traffic stop that netted me a $35 ticket) I had gone into physical slow motion as soon as I saw the gun — thinking in an oddly abstract way, Gee, I wonder why he’s got that thing cocked? — <\/i>even though, oddly enough, it didn’t strike me as funny it was out of the holster.<\/p>\n

[*UPDATE<\/span>:I’ve been reminded that .45 automatics are typically <\/span>carried cocked with the safety locked, so the fact that this weapon was cocked was actually not surprising but if the safety was dropped as well, then it was ready to go.]<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Just about as I was going to very slowly<\/i> start explaining what I imagined had happened, one of the baristas came out (no uniforms at this place but I think he was wearing an apron) and said, “Wait, everything’s okay. It was a sheriff’s deputy who was here a few minutes ago and the guys across the street didn’t know he was a cop. Really, these guys are regulars, they’re OK.”<\/p>\n

The gun lowered,and he holstered it and grabbed his mobile, walked around the side of the building for a minute or two and came back. He hadn’t said anything to us but my pal lowered his hands after the cop went around the corner.<\/p>\n

My friend — a guy who really has seen, if not everything, at least most of it, never broke a sweat.<\/p>\n

As the cop came back around the building, he put his hands back up on top of his head and, with just a hint of sarcasm said, “Do you want me to leave my hands on top of my head?”<\/p>\n

The cop, a guy much, much younger than either of us, looked faintly annoyed but was muttering about the “damn deputies” and something about their gang clothes and how the Sheriff starts them all out as COs in the (wildly overcrowded LA county jail) and they all come out from that duty thinking they’re<\/i> gangsters.<\/p>\n

“I really<\/i> apologize, sir. Apparently a motorist saw the deputy with a gun and called it in. I wish those guys would…” and I didn’t really catch the rest, I don’t think it was meant to be heard.<\/p>\n

My friend smiled and said, “No problems. Don’t sweat it.”<\/p>\n

Life in the city.<\/p>\n

There’s Always Trouble (in a Fool’s Paradise)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

[re-run – 2005-10-24<\/a>]<\/span><\/p>\n\nhttp:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Theres_Always_Trouble\/AYoS20051024_Theres_Always_Trouble.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

There’s always trouble
\nin a fool’s paradise
\nThere’s always trouble
\nbut the fool don’t realize<\/p>\n

Trouble comes knocking
\njust when trouble wants
\ntrouble knock down your front door
\nand take everything you got<\/p>\n

There’s always trouble
\nbut the fool don’t realize<\/span>
\nthere’s always trouble
\nin a fool’s paradise<\/span><\/p>\n

There’s always suffering,
\nplenty to go around
\nbut give it to some other guy,
\non some other side of town<\/p>\n

I don’t know my neighbors,
\nbut they seem nice enough
\nand if the Insane Crips come and blow them away makes
\nit hard to maintain my bluff<\/p>\n

There’s always trouble… <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Trouble stay out of my backyard
\nI can pretend it don’t exist
\nsure enough I feel real bad
\nfor that poor fool the trouble hits<\/p>\n

but it really aint none of my affair
\nI fold the paper away
\ncause I sure enough know I don’t wanta read bout
\nthe trouble headed thisa way<\/p>\n

There’s always trouble… <\/span><\/span>
\n
\nTheres always turmoil
\nin the heart of Babylon
\nbut you go where the gold is
\nand the rest just tag along<\/span><\/p>\n

theres always casualties
\nin the race to stay alive
\ntheres always casualties
\nbut sometimes the strong survive<\/p>\n

There’s always trouble…
\n<\/span><\/span>
\n1990-09-07
\n(C)1990, TK Major<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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