Finding 52 by Len Norman Read Free Book Online Page B

ass in for something?”
    Quentin said, “I don’t see why, I think he learned his lesson, plus he puked all over himself. I don’t want him in the car. Can’t we just give him a break?”
    “I guess.”
    Calvin nudged Silas with his foot, and he stirred a bit and looked around. At first he thought he had been gang-tackled near the end zone, but when he looked up at Calvin he knew it had to be something else. League rules would never allow sap gloves on the playing field. Silas thought it was still summer. Was it supposed to snow tonight? Why was some guy wearing gloves? He was confused and he rolled over again and decided to take a dirt nap.
    Quentin went back to the car that Silas had borrowed and took the keys out of the ignition, he locked the car up and left the headlights on for fun. The rightful owner would probably need a wrecker driver to help him move the car in the morning. Would it really hurt if the car needed the battery jump-started? Quentin didn’t think so. He liked wrecker drivers and knew they could always use the extra money.
    Quentin dropped the keys in the biggest pool of vomit near Silas. He bent down and whispered, “Sleep well and dream of all the things you’ll never have again, you dumbass.”
    Before leaving they put a couple of parking tickets on the windshield. When they got back in their car they couldn’t wait to meet up with some of the others who were working so they could tell them how they had met a celebrity and it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

    A few days later the road sergeant was pleased to find Calvin out of his police vehicle and he appeared to be checking doors in the main business district. When the sergeant got closer he did a double take. Calvin had two streetwise punks on the ground and was yelling at them. He was wearing his sap gloves and had his nightstick in one hand and a can of pepper spray in the other. The sergeant parked behind a truck and decided to listen.
    Calvin shouted at the both of them, “The next time a police officer tells you to stop running, you WILL stop running. You both look like a couple of idiots to me. What’s your story?”
    “We were just walking around. Everybody has to be someplace.”
    “You two look like you were planning on stealing. I might maybe run both of your asses into the station and charge you with being dumb and ugly. Both of you start doing pushups, I want fifty of them out of each of you.”
    “The fuck we will,” the other one said. “You can’t make us do shit like that. We gots rights.”
    Calvin hit him in the back of the head with his nightstick. “You have a problem with grammar and respecting authority is what I think is going on.”
    They both began to do the pushups but couldn’t get past twenty. Calvin bent down and said, “You chickenshits make me sick. No wonder the Viet Cong commie bastards thought they could win, and they would have if you two would’ve been there. Although I highly doubt that would’ve been possible, because you’re both pansies.” He pepper sprayed them and told them to get lost.
    Calvin looked up and saw the Sergeant. He walked over and said, “Hey Sarge, did you get a look at those two losers?”
    “I want to know what in the blue fuck was just going on!”
    “They disrespected me. They ran. I was only teaching them manners.”
    “Why would you make them do pushups? Who does that?”
    Calvin replied, “They were a couple of commie bastards. Hippies, too, I think. Did you see how long their hair was? I made the streets safer is all.”
    “If they were hippies did they have drugs?”
    “No, but they probably got rid of it when they saw me. You saw them. Hell Sarge, they couldn’t even do pushups. A couple of assholes are all they were. I think guys like that are ruining our country. Don’t you see?”
    The next night Calvin was working the desk under the watchful eye of Captain Eberhart. The Captain said, “I was told you picked on a couple of men last night