Be warned: It’s two weeks ’til Halloween and the Foot Patrol have already got their business faces on. They were out in full power-hungry force this weekend, gripping their night sticks and fingering their cuffs, just waiting for some harmless, sober, peace-officer trusting individual to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whether they’re practicing for their nemeses — the out-of-towners — or avenging the tragic tumble of their comrade last week, I have my suspicions. They’re stocking up on ticket pads and buffing up their ponies and if you give them a reason, they’ll kill your buzz faster than you killed that handle.
Tomorrow’s Forecast: In the war of sloshed, animal-ear clad youngsters versus arrogant oafs with weapons, there are no winners. With great power comes great abusability.