Activating Your PopoRadar
Posted by RJ on April 20, 2008
When I moved to my first Big City, my godbrother escorted me around town. He was well-versed in city life and was my live MapQuest. Once I knew the basics, I took over the driving and he became the passenger. Every 15 seconds, he was alerting me about the police. “You see that cop behind you!” “There’s the Popo at the stoplight!” “Get over so the police can pass you on the left!” Not one time did I spot the police before he did. I was thinking, “What the hell is his problem?” and, “Who cares about the the police?”
Three years later, mom still hadn’t handed over her/my car’s title. She was in a different state. My license tags expired as soon as I got my first full-time job–which was located in the heart of the projects. An antenna grew out of the middle of my skull and my eyes scanned from corner to corner at 30 second intervals. I could spot a police car, motorcycle, or horse, from 1/2 a mile away in rain or fog. I drove like a paranoid schizophrenic for at least 30 days. Every vehicular maneuver was crafted as an attempt to escape the Popo. One time, Popo were located on both sides of me, and trailing me one car behind. I was sweating Krispy Kreme glaze because I knew my cover was about to be blown.
It didn’t happen that way. I was pulled over by the police in the projects while looking for my job. I had only been to the site a few times and there was a superabundance of projects that obscured it. I saw “him” sitting there in the cut. I was turning, and turning, and got caught in a dead end. It was all so quick.
He pulled me over in what could have been a big scene as I was driving a van (people were heavily stealing vans at that time to transport “content” and I further complicated it by having out-of-state tags); but since it was mid-morning, the hood wasn’t out yet to create an event. I flashed some tears, some tits, my badge, and that handy military ID….oh yeah, and a manilla envelope with the new, tag, title, and sticker (I didn’t know how to put it on, so I just rode around with it). I got off easy on THIS one.
I’d like to thank my godbrother for passing his skills to me, and my mother for setting things up. My PopoRadar continues to be in full effect.
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