Craig raised the joint to his mustached mouth and took a long drag. The cherry glowed and it was the only time that he stopped talking. He held, we watched, then exhaled with a slight cough.

“Cough to get off, right? OK so what people like you do not understand is that street cops are the opposite, complete opposite of what you see in movies. Even that stupid show COPS is so heavily edited, they show you like we are heroes and shit.” Craig’s thickly muscled arm extended and passed the joint to me. He immediately held his hand up to grab our attention again. “See out there,” he motioned to the vast parking lot in front of us at the mall, “that is my territory, that is my land. I patrol that and I just really look at it like a big supermarket of things I want.”

“What? A supermarket?” I took a hit from the resin stained joint and held it down.

“Yeah, I drive around certain streets and when I see something I just go a take it, like this weed. Took it off a dumb-ass like 3 hours ago. Just took it.”