12,833. TAKING MY GUNS

TAKING MY GUNS

Taking my guns back to

Haverstraw, I've got nothing

to lean on but stories : Constable

Arnold accompanies me. I asked

him why he didn't open a store

named Arnold Constable. He

says he did.  The Hudson River

runs down below us, that damned

new Tappan Zee Bridge. What

are they even thinking about

these days when they build 

these things? Like in Elizabeth

too, the Goethals Bridge. What

a lame-brain piece of crap that

is. I grew up thinking a bridge

was one thing. Now they look 

like some Disneyland nightmare

and from Singapore too.

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The major, can he ever be a 

drummerette? And, however 

that goes did drum majorettes

ever unionize? Those are the

questions I ask. I just read

today that the 'absence of 

evidence is not evidence of 

absence.' Huh? And what?

It's some legal term, lawyers

use it in proving a case; and

I guess cops do too, for 

bringing perps in. Alleged

perps, you gotta' say. It

sort of means, like, 'just

because you didn't leave a

trace behind, doesn't mean

you weren't there.' And then

they proceed to prove a case.

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Man oh man I don't understand.

I'm bringing my guns to Haverstraw,

with Constable Arnold, and I will

say no more.