| Current mood: | aggravated |
| Current music: | n.w.a - straight outta compton |
new york state of mind part 4
well after last call, we're exiting the knitting factory with okayplayers cyren young and che grand.
camera still in hand, we round the corner to our parked car. before the key met the ignition, we paused to pack up our equipment. unbeknownst to us, three of ny's finest were perched a few yards away waiting to pounce on "suspicious " activity. and their eyes were trained on us.
four blocks into our return trip to brooklyn, lights atop a very coy taxi cab flash from behind and a megaphone alerts us to pull over.
as we're trying to figure out why a cab is pulling us over, three legitimate undercovers snatch us out the car telling us that they saw us digging into the camera bag and found us to be suspicious. we tried to explain the purpose of our visit, but their own eyes on our camera and sound equipment was not enough to disprove their suspicion. they frisked each of us vigorously, tossed the interior of the car and fingered the tire wells.
frustrated by the truth, they said we were free to go. climbed back into their own vehicle. and sped away.
thoroughly confused and decidedly pissed off, we strapped ourselves back into the grand prix and headed for home. even the darkest intersection in bed-stuy was a better friend to us that night than the nypd.
we heard they had a hip hop task force. now we believe it. thank goodness they didn't try to plant anything. 'cause our budget doesn't include a provision for criminal defense.
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