One Laila Lalami has been awarded a Fulbright Scholarship. She even gets a trip to Casablanca out of the deal, but I presume she’s not going there for the waters. Congratulations, Laila!

I hear the squad car comin’
It’s rollin’ round the bend
And I ain’t smoked for a while I know
Since, I don’t know when
I’m stuck in Park Station
And time keeps draggin’ on
But those gruff cops keep on comin’
On down to Haight and Stanyan

When I was just a undergrad
My friends said, “Have a smoke”
I picked the stupid habit up
And sometimes I drank Coke
But I threw a butt in Frisco
Just to watch it die
When I hear that squad car comin’
I hang my head and cry

I bet there’s drugs and murder
Or a woman being raped
But the fuzz is thinking small time, son
The litter takes the cake
But I knew I had it comin’
I know I can’t be free
Cause the cops don’t see me sweeping
And that’s what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If I were Heather Fong
I’d reprimand the cops
Who stayed away from real crime
I’d discipline and fire
All the cops who abused
And there wouldn’t be a siren
That was a tad misused

Okay, no excuses. The final two parts of the APE Segundo Trilogy will be finished very soon. I owe it to all the cool comic book people I talked with. And, no, I won’t be going outside for anything.

The Office of Citizen Complaints: The first step in filing a complaint.

Park Station: Where they took me.

Of the two police officers, it was Officer Vyu who was the belligerent one who cuffed me, leaving Lamela to play (for the most part) laconic good cop. I managed to get his badge number: 2103, based on the ATM receipt I kept crumpled in my left hand.

Aside from Fajitagate, the SFPD has a history of shootings and violation of police procedure. And let’s not forget this infamous video from last year.

As to what San Francisco police procedure is exactly, I think they didn’t read me my Miranda rights because I was not being detained for questioning. But failing to cite a specific charge, with some nebulous reference to “littering” and then “drunk and disorderly.” When they cuffed me, Officer Vyu suggested it was for “littering.” But if that was indeed the charge, then why didn’t they just write me a ticket on the spot?

I’ve looked at the Penal Code section they cited me on the report and I see nothing in my conduct which suggested that I was “in a condition that he or she is unable to exercise care for his or her own safety or the safety of others,” nor was I interfering with or obstructing the street or the sidewalk. Again, there was nobody around and I certainly wasn’t sprawled out in the middle of the sidewalk. Perhaps they thought I was drunk because I have a form of astigmatism in my eyes that causes me to cock my head to one side and that causes my eyes to jiggle. But if this was the case, then why didn’t they shine a light in my eyes or conduct a BAC test? By what measure did they declare me drunk? Did they smell the second screwdriver that I had partially imbibed? Vodka is pretty smelly liquor. They certainly didn’t have me touch my finger to my nose or walk in a straight line. They simply cuffed me.