Anyway, leave me out of this; I don't go downtown. This fellow Tony

The police came and asked Fein to stand up. Read all about it here in the arrest report as filed by city police. The cop told him to stand up, he refused, the cops ordered him to stand up and he stood up so he could knock the cop to the ground. Fein knew he didn't have a gun. All he had to do was tell the officer that it was a cell phone, that someone had made a mistake, but no, he had to get all testosterony and put a smackdown down. Smart move, Tony. For your efforts you got to go to Central Booking, where the city put you up for the night among the others arrested on another night in downtown Baltimore. I wonder if they still play the harmonica all low and mournfully while in the Graybar Hilton. The hoosegow. The pokey. The license plate factory.
My father was a very smart man. Among the advice that he doled out in easily-digestible doses were these gems: Never get your wife a present that plugs in to a wall outlet, and always do what a police officer tells you to do. If you're not breaking the law, it won't take long to make that obvious (right, Tony?) And if you are breaking the law, slide over, Tony. Another big dog's coming in for an overnighter.
This guy Fein served in Iraq before going to college. He's 27, a bit older than most rookies. I'd expect him to be smarter than most, too, but I'd be wrong.
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