Police cars cruised the boulevard looking for anyone disobeying the law. We believed the authorities purposely hassled the kids hanging out because of their appearance. Our beliefs were proven that night when a cop slammed on his brakes as the vehicle came upon the four of us. Two officers jumped out of the car and tackled Robert and Ceasar to the ground before doing the same to me and Janet.
We were frisked when we stood up, but when the cop grabbed Janet’s chest, he said, “Oh, shit, this one is a girl.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Janet replied.
The officer, believing Janet was a guy, was embarrassed since the oversized trench coat covered her busty chest.
The second cop looked at me and said, “Well?”
“Well, what?” I replied.
“Are you a girl?” he asked.
“Ya, but I don’t have big boobs like her,” I told him.
Shaking their heads, the cops looked at each other and one of them said, “What’s wrong with these fucked-up kids?”