Earl E. (Buddy) Cousins
Let us return now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past comes the sensational, unbelievable stories of one Buddy Cousins. For the record, there are a couple of girls that may read this that could confirm a number of my stories. NO! They were not the one’s I skipped school with or the one’s Mr. Norment caught me with. Those are episodes, though very exciting one’s, I couldn’t publish here. And, the two girls may not want anyone knowing they even know me. Hey… that’s cool. But here’s a name most/all of you should remember Alan Katz. This will show how things just seem to happen to me. I was at Alan’s watching Hogan’s Heroes and we decided to go to the game at the stadium, because we could get in free after half time and as usual I didn’t have any money. As we walked up a cop grabbed me and said, “OK. Let’s go.” I thought he meant to move on, but boy was I wrong. He pulled up the back of my pants and my already squeaky ass voice went up a couple of octaves. I thought Julio DelCorso (more on Julio another time) had put the cop up to it, because his dad was a Sgt. in the RPD. The cop took me inside in spite of the protest from Alan and several on-lookers. Inside I broke away from the cop’s grip, but didn’t try to run; I made a mistake and tried to reason with him. Just then another cop hit me in the back of the head with a night stick and BOOM! I went to my knees, turned and uttered a colorful saying. I have a hard head. Both cops grabbed me and walked me around behind the score board and pass Coaches Cooper and Barton. The cops wouldn’t let me speak and refused to listen to them. They put me in the block house and when the patrol wagon arrived they took me out. Alan and a group of guys were there and I yelled at Alan to get his dad to get me out. I was living with my mom and she didn’t have any money.
It gets better or would that be worst? Depends I guess. The wagon picked up some bum, on Chamberlayne Ave., with a suitcase of dirty ladies things, and he wants to sell them to me. Then we stopped and picked up some black guy that looked just like Isaac Hayes. Some guy was hitting on his old lady and asked me, “What would you do”. I said, “What did you do?” He said, “I stabbed him”. I said, “Me too. That’s what I’d done.” THIS GUY STILL HAD THE KNIFE WITH HIM and he pulled it out. WHOLLY BAT CRAP! When we got to the jail I walked over to the desk Sgt. and said, “That guy has a knife.” WRONG THING TO DO! The dumb butt Sgt. stands up and says, “This guy says you have a knife.” I knew that was my last night on planet earth. DAMN! Next thing I know, there are like ten cops beating on this guy and I’m actually hoping they kill him, because if he survives – I’M DOA!
Then they TRIED to finger print me. Oh My! When the cop grabbed my wrist my hand turned to stone. I had no flex in my fingers. When I messed up the third blotter the cop got really up tight. I asked if he could just let go of my wrist and let me do it. THEY’D NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE! Finally, he let me do it, on my own, and I could breathe again. They put me in a cell and after a while I heard Mr. Katz and Alan’s voices. They’d found Julio, for whatever that was worth. We had to walk down a long tunnel and Mr. Katz asked me what I’d done. I said, “Didn’t Alan tell you”? He said Alan would lie for me. I said, “OK” and repeated what had happened. Mr. Katz POPPED me upside the head and said, “Don’t lie to me!” I said, “I’m telling the truth.” Alan supported my story. Mr. Katz then pulled out his copy of the bail ticket and read I’d been charged with disorderly conduct, resisting arrest, in sighting a riot, and a couple of other things.
The trial is another story altogether. So, if you think I’m making this stuff up, ask Alan Katz. I trust if this one passes the credibility test; so will the rest. Mr. Katz was one of the finest men I’ve ever known. Boy oh boy… I’ve missed him and Alan’s mom, but not those hot tomatoes they gave me. I thought my lips were going to melt.
That’s all for today boy’s and girl’s. Remember our sponsors: Ovaltine and Jr’s Used Cars at BR-549. Nite nite now… you’ll come back, yeah hear. Next time I’ll tell you how to get your magic decoder ring and the magic key chain with “Peek A Boo” girlie photo on the inside.
Hey Donald! Had drag racing event and other activities since last Thurs. Heading out to run but this afternoon I WILL FINISH viewing that video and give you my opinions. Hope ALL is well.
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