In the crime monologue Two Bags of Coke, a police officer recounts a nightly tale while being on the job.
OFFICER TUNIC: Over on a 125th street. That’s where I busted him. I was actually there with my partner over a car stop. Drivers side-view mirror was out. Typical routine bullshit. Anyway, I noticed this guy on a bike ride buy and I see him stop near another bike that was chained up to a meter. Then the guy looks up at me and my partner and rides off. About ten minutes or so later, I see the guy riding back down the same street, except on the other side of the block, across the street. So, I call him over. The guy comes over and he’s got one of those black pouches around his waist. Bitch bags, I call ’em.
Anyway, I ask him for identification. He didn’t have any on him. I ask him what’s in his bag and he says money. I make him open up the bag and he has about ten different credit cards NOT in his name and guess what else???
Two bags of coke.
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