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Howie always knew a police lineup was in his future. He just always figured it would be for a break and enter, or a bar brawl, or a drug deal, or a hooker who was a cop in disguise, or speeding. He actually hoped for the speeding. Speeding would mean they had set up a full road block and used a plane to catch him during one of the times he pushed over a hundred. His boys would buy him drinks for a year on that story alone.
He never thought it would be for helping out at a kid’s birthday party. God, the cops wouldn’t even let him take off the bunny ears during his mug shots. The fuckers were laughing their asses off.
It had gone wrong, oh … so … wrong.
(words 132 – originally appearing at Breathless Press 9/4/2013 for the 4/8/12 Sunday Fun – and published on the blog on 4/9/2013; republished in new blog format on 4/10/2016.)