A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawn wearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for toe infection I was stopped by a cop in a cruiser this was during the Vietnam War long hair ago he was angry at everyone I was offended by everything he said which way are you going I said which way are you going so he socked me in the mouth and handcuffed me I was arraigned on disorderly conduct and resisting arrest my good parents came down and stood beside me before the judge I wrote to the police department internal affairs not for retribution but to start a paper trail in case this cop someday bopped one of my brothers a few months later I’m back at work in NYC two detectives come into the city to question me one good cop one bad cop we park in the park me in the back seat they wanna know was I mouthy to the cop who punched me in the mouth long story short they leave me on a bench to eat my lunch and the charges are dropped
The ***-bellied Mercedes squealed As Meursault withdrew and Marvelled at the flames Licking The air Like marigolds on Ritilin. 'Raymond would have no reason not to admire this act.' He stopped by a shimmering sea of Ubers. The scrape and drawl of siren made no impression on him. Leaking smoke reminded him of Snow White’s Cottage Where he had taken Marie when Lucie was born: The place where he would go out at dawn to chop wood. He liked the way her roses played With the restlessness of children. Then he thought: 'if only mother could see me now.'
Inspired by Camus' searing sense of injustice in The Stranger, which I'm studying with my class at the moment and by the riots in Bristol, UK