“I had a friend who lived in the Bloody Third, and one day he had too much to drink and was getting a little rowdy in his apartment. Someone called the police and when they showed up, he was waiting in the doorway with a golf club, ranting and raving and swinging his club back and forth. So three of the cops pull out billy clubs and the fourth pulls his gun. My buddy puts down the club, looks at the cop with the gun, kind of like Time Out, and says, ‘Put that away and get your club out like everyone else,’ and with that they all jumped on and beat the heck out of him. That’s the way things were handled.”
