COP ABOUT TO GIVE HIMSELF A TICKET
To give a ticket, to be somebody who will give a ticket.
The recognition, the knowing. The giving of tickets for parking,
jaywalking, rolling stops. Giving such tickets to oneself.
The need to generate tickets. To give, to distribute, to deal out.
To be able, to be permitted, to be allowed. To not be.
To be somebody who needs to give something. Something that
needs to be given. The need to punish oneself. The act of it.
The need to act, to do, to give.
The possibility, the ability, the potency. To be potent. To be
somebody remembering, bearing something in mind: The Law.
To be somebody who remembers The Law. To be a ticketer.
Somebody who tickets. Who will continue to the very end.
Who will continue till the end is reached.
TEENAGERS WITH GLOCKS
Teenagers with Glocks—they're real cool. They've got the clothes,
the dope rides, the dollar bills. They left school. They lurk late.
But there's a lot you don't know about teenagers with Glocks.
60 Minutes: What are you rebelling against?
Teenagers with Glocks: What do you got?
You want them working in a warehouse, bagging your groceries,
putting new tires on your car, taking your drive-thru order (Grand
Slam Breakfast Sandwich and a coffee with two creams). That's
how you roll.
But all of the law enforcement officials and public policy experts
we've talked to have reached the same conclusion: confronting
teenagers with Glocks almost never works.
Teenagers with Glocks strike straight. No hesitation. No thinking
about anything. Dead inside. But they're together. Safe. These
teenagers are trying to find their place in the world. They're
making their own decisions—learning from their own mistakes.
EMILY DICKINSON TERM PAPER
The famous American lyrical poetess retired from social life at
twenty-five and devoted herself to poetic creation in unconceivable
solitude and it was believed that for some reason or another she
had been seeking an outlet for what she had been feeling deep in
her heart to achieve a psychological balance in her mind.
When reading her poems a sense of subtle depression and
beautiful sadness leads us to a strong desire for a deeper
understanding and a profound analysis of what she tried to
She started early took her dog and visited the sea and mermaids
in the basement came out to look at her and frigates in the upper
floor extended hempen hands presuming her to be a mouse
aground upon the sands but no man moved her till the tide went
past her simple shoe and past her apron and her belt and past her
bodice too and made as he would eat her up as wholly as a dew
upon a dandelion's sleeve and then she started too.
The wonderful but dangerous love of a man had come closer and
closer past her shoe and apron and bodice and instead of the
expected tenderness and sweetness Emily Dickinson experienced