His Life of Crime Begins

So anyway about that cop thing this morning I was gonna tell you about except I can’t remember most of it tell ya the truth too stoned too stoned, all I remember is that knocking and asking who was there, but no one answers, so I open up and hear – “The police!” when it was too late of course, and of course, we had enough of Rikker’s stuff in there to put me away for ten years. “We’re looking for Augustine Schmitt! Who are you?” maybe twenty “SMEDLEY FAGAN!” “That’s funny, you look like Augustine Schmitt.” “Yeah, people are always saying that..” “and according to this picture from your mother..” ah-Ha-Ya-Slam! Bang!! and I took off through the hallway – and you couldn’t even shovel the stuff out of there SLAM! Bang! and another one of them had already been waiting by the back door Slam! Bang! And I didn’t even know it shit until I slammed open the screen and heard the thud as he falls down staring up at me, not fully comprehending just sliding down alongside of me yes yes while-I’m-assaulting-and-battering-holy-shit-all-the-way-down-the-stairs-yes-yes-and-across-the-yard-over-the-fence-ha-yes-yes-into-the-next-street-until-I-caught-up-to-Smedley yes yes and off in his car, Oh yes, yes, more stoned by the minute I can’t remember I can’t remember ha-yes and “according to your mother” Slam bang I can’t remember I can’t remember, beautiful beautiful.. oh yes yes…. there, there yes, yes.. that’s it… that’s it… right there.. right there… everything.. right there
…Slam bang…
and then some.