“Then take her home. You got a right to despoil a female in yo’ own home, so long as you don’t drag her in there,” Officer Goober said. He wagged his finger at Buck. “This ain’t a red-light district. You on the mary-jane, son?”
“No! I ain’t a hippie,” Buck said.
“You ain’t under arrest, but I’m taking you to the jailhouse,” Officer Goober said. “You can sleep it off there. No charges filed. I understand you strugglin’ to recommendate to the civilian life. You gotsta get a handle on yo’self. You ain’t in some flooze trap in a port town no more, son. You in civilized society now. Best act propuh.” Then he added with a derisive sneer, “No coppin’ no feels on Goober’s watch, nossuh.”
No coppin’ no feels on Goober’s watch
You ain’t in some flooze trap in a port town no more, son. You in civilized society now. Best act propuh.