a bear of a chair - the campanga brothers - moss soho nyc
why do men and women become police officers? i passed four patrol cars while running today, and each time i glanced over to see what the drivers' faces looked like. one hundred percent of the time i was greeted with a straight-faced, sun-glassed stare. no smile. no nod. no wave. i started to wonder where their minds stood--whether or not they expect the worst out of everyone they roll by. or if they remind themselves that people generally tend to be well intentioned. i considered what kind of people choose to cross the line of jurisdiction. a bad boy converted. a woman who wants to even the playing field. maybe someone who actually thinks that they can lend an impartial hand. needless to say, i kept running and thinking and never really came to any conclusion other than that i can't imagine a uniformed man's reality.