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Some people have asked what the book I am writing is about. I am trying to evoke the feeling of what it was like to work in the Eight Three during the seventies. Not a memoir but more inspired by, sort of like M*A*S*H. I want to show the differences between what is presented on TV and the way it really was. Those who were there no it was not Adam-12. Our corner cop bar was not a classy place filled with beautiful people. We had a place so low class it didn’t even have a name. The B&G for Bar and Grill. I don’t know where the grill came from. As for beautiful people we had Doll Face. She didn’t get the name for her beauty. She had so much make up on her face looked liked it had been stamped out of plastic. She would drink herself into a coma every day.

On the street we had Wanda the witch. She would call every once in a while because she was stuck in the tub. Of course she had to get out of the tub and unlock the door before she called. She had also been known the flash the sector car if she saw one pass with no one around.We had Charley the drunk. Bushwick’s own Otis. Harmless and pitiful. There was Hercules who could fold a quarter in half with two fingers. Nice guy sober but a real nasty drunk. His wife was the only thing he feared when he had his load on. Then there were the Saxon’s. Mean sober mean drunks. Of course we had the blackout. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Those who worked there should remember most of these. I hope to give those who didn’t work there an understanding of what we lived through. I hope to do this not with actual events or people but with stories loosely inspired by the precinct.

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Posted November 21, 2012 by kevingcox in Random Thoughts

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  1. Crazy thats what we all were I mean everyone else had the good scence to real job …. RIGHT
    I don’t care what you say about it sometimes you luagh your ass off other times you would just hang on hoping for backup before our ass got kicked. Sometimes you got as good as you gave. The one thing in our favor the skell could not count and other times they could and would run like hell.

  2. To quote” It was the best of times and it was the worst of times” but it made all of us who we are and who we were to each other and the people we worked around.

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