Free the Lapdance Eight CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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 So, while I was sitting in my cab in back of Louie's taxi. Al was upstairs partying with the big dogs. I was a little suspicious that things weren't gonna go right tonight because last night when I was sitting at the spot I saw a cop car about half a block down Thirtieth Street with two cops sitting there, just sitting there.I drove by them, circling the block to see what I could see.

What I saw was there was a Crown Vic sitting in front of the cop car, a white one. It was a late model with no vanity plates. Two big guys- one of them was a regular white guy the other one was Puerto Rican or Dominican or something like that. They were dressed in cheap suits and had good haircuts., They both were sitting in the front of the white Crown Vic,sitting together in the front seat, doing some kind of paperwork.

Now, you tell me. What regular white guy is driving around with a Puerto Rican sitting nest to him in a Crown Vic and then parks and they both do paperwork?

They had to be cops. Special cops like Vice Squad or Special Victims. 

Like Abraham Lincoln once said "You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time but you can't fool all of the people all of the time." I might not know what Kid Gavilan looks like but I know what two undercover cops parked half a block from a whorehouse look like.

Back at the garage I tried to tell Louie and Al to stay away from there tonight, but no.  Al said to me like a wise-ass "Oh, was Kid Gavilan in the cop car too?" Louie laughed and thought it was pretty funny. Al wouldn't let up on me either. He said "Kid Gavilan or Chicken Little. Which nick name do ya want?"

F**k them. I just walked out of the place. Maybe it serves Al right that he got busted in there but  I'm not the kind of guy to hold a grudge.

Al had a Public Defender assigned to his case. Guess who butts into the whole situation? Our resident communist Sheila. She was all about could she help, could she come to the meeting with the lawyer, because she went to law school before she joined up with this wacky bunch of communists. Al was down for that because he had the hots for Sheila, and I knew that she knew. In fact a lot of guys at the garage got a thing for Sheila. She's not bad looking and they also figure she must be easy.

So how this worked out is that Al went to the meeting with the Public Defender, Sheila, four of the girls who didn't escape, the deejay and two bouncers. Little Boy Davy wasn't there of course. He was in really big trouble all things considered but he's a real estate lawyer as well as a club owning pimp and his situation didn't exactly match with the Lapdance Eight.

Next day outside the garage there's Sheila with three of her fellow commissars, taxi drivers need to show support for their fellow taxi driver Al Chin. One thing I sort of agreed with was where it said that Al was in trouble for not being a rich white man. It's true that the cops let all the suits out the front door in the raid, and didn't even take their names and that they arrested Al because the way they saw it he had to be working there because he was not a white man in a suit.

Al also was in trouble for being in a whorehouse, but I wasn't going to say that. I also wasn't going to say that the only taxi drivers who were going to show up at the rally were idiots who thought they could get close with the dancers, which is about what happened, two of them besides me, who was there to watch. They went down to City Hall and marched around in a little circle behind police saw horses for about an hour on Tuesday, which is a slow night anyway.

 

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