I was walking back from a bad deal. A gimpy old man using a walker switched aspirins for my Percocets. I was bummed, but my getting ripped off was a long time coming. That was on Leavenworth and Eddy. I ate my last Vicodin and started moving toward Frank's Bar on Turk and Taylor. The new Tenderloin Police Station is along the way. As I was walking past a lady cop was herding three guys into a paddy wagon. They were chained together. One was Hispanic, one was black and one was white. They reminded me of those cheap lollipops that come strung together in cellophane. I wondered what they did to get caught. And why wasn't I ever caught? God knows I should have been. I kept going down Turk, toward Frank's Bar, thinking,
justice is blind.
Jon Bennett is a writer and musician living in San Francisco. His work has appeared in Dead Snakes, Rattle, Rumble, and a number of other journals. He has recently finished his first novel, "The Unfat," a speculative science fiction story about autism.