Beats, Crimes, and Strife

Yessir and yes m’am. What you see is what you get. 3 bassists, a tuba player, a dulcimer, 5 triangles, a bass tambourine, an alto tambourine, and a Roland 808 drum machine. This is our band, and we rock the house. We call ourselves

Party Rockers in the house tonight! Everybody just have a good time! And we gon’ make you lose your mind! We just wanna see you, shake that… “Everyday I’m shovellin’!” Oh no, the cops have arrived. And they are digging a hole in the middle of the dance floor. Apparently someone

buried some booty there. And by "booty" I mean "pirate treasure" (like the Professor says). The cops toss dirt everywhere, turf landing onto the DJ, wreckin' her set. Then, Officer Parolski's shovel hits something solid. "Found it, boys," he drawls. "That sweet booty is ours."

“I dig this booty,” Parolski smirked, “I dig this booty, aww yeah! Let’s split the booty boys and girls, and make that booty jiggle!” For some reason disco music played. “Shake that booty, aww yeah!” The other cops stared at him in disbelief. “Broski, it’s just a treasure chest.”

To be sure Parolski was an odd character, but he brought an energy to the office that united the whole force. Thats why on Sep 9th, when an "officer down!" plea came over radio, every officer in the city fled 12th St. The same st Parolski had responded to a domestic violence call

As the last officer rushed to the scene, he bumped straight into a huge crowd that had gathered, civilians and police as one with mouths agape and eyes staring in the huge purple fog that filled the air. “Well that escalated quickly Parolski,” the officer sighed out of his mouth.