In the dim lit glow of a distant lamppost, Iman reached for the promise of stability. He had already paid his dues. Slammed my little Indian fist into the mouth of that fuck of a dockworker, didn’t I ? Knocked the holy bejesus out of the fuck who had called me a drunken Indian shit, didn’t I? Yeah ,I showed that big loudmouth fuck that Iman Honea was nobody to fucked with, and what about them whores? Those infected cunts who didn’t give a shit about how bad my hand hurt, as long as I had that ten dollars; fucking bitches, I showed those cunts too didn’t I. Yeah, bitches, I had your fucken ten bucks and I still got your fucken ten bucks, and by the fucken by, your cunt wasn’t worth ten cents. Shit, ain’t life a bitch for everybody? That goddamn light gets farther away the closer I come. …show more content…
In the early morning, on a deserted street, these two San Francisco police officers found another piece flotsam washed upon their concreate shore. Iman, still cognoscente, yet non- responsive to questions offered, answered the questions that the officers asked with a belligerent, loud and protracted, “fuck you” in response to their queries. His fate was sealed. After repeatedly beating, their profane, non-cooperative perp, patrol officers Lafferty and Cooper .decided to forego their formal interrogations; threw Iman’s bloodied body into a police car, and proceeded to the nearest substation. The disgust of the desk Sargent was palpable, as he growled, “You two needed to use that kind a force to subdue this one little prick?” “He had a machete or, machine gun, did he?” “Goddamn it Lafferty, this is the third time in two weeks with this crap. I am filing a formal fucking complaint, asshole” “Now spit that stinky ass plug of chaw out of your mouth long enough to chew on that dipshit, and let’s pretend you’re a real cop.” “Cooper, put the bloody bastard in the tank; Lafferty get the fuck out of my