These Memories are in regards to the beloved Toronto Police force...
I remember way back in the early 90s, when it was a daily occurrence being searched by the Police on my way to-or-home from high school. Everyday, without fail, we could be innocently playing box-ball at one of the neighbourhood schools, or eating outside of the 7-11 across the street from the school, or playing ball hockey in a school parking lot, and these useless cops would come by, line us up against the wall, and search us.
Sure, some of the people I would be with would have cigarettes on them, or very rarely, some weed, but rest assured the officers in question would "confiscate" these items; And I can guarantee that these items never ended up at the police station (rather we would see them laughing while smoking the cigs as they drove away).
Wonderful memories...
Fast forward to when I was in University and I came back home for a weekend. I had just finished watching a movie at Fairview Mall, and while walking back to my piece-of-shit 88 Dodge Reliant, I get a phone call from my Mom telling me to come home immediately as something had happened. I rushed to the car, so worried and affected that I fell to the ground while trying to get in.
When I got home, I found my Dad bleeding from the head and my Mom crying. Apparently there had been a home invasion by 3 gang-bangers who pistol-whipped my Dad in the head (he still has headaches to this day), while another had a gun pointed at my Mom while she was lying on the ground with the scum's foot pressed against her neck. My parent's aren't rich or middle-class, in fact, they are barely scraping by, but my Mom did have her wedding jewellery -which they took, as well as a few other items. I'm sure these pussy-motherfuckers weren't happy with their "loot" from the mission, and hence took out their frustrations on my parents.
The Police came and asked a few questions. My parents tried their best to describe them, and then the Police left. The building beside my parents' home has cameras in it which look right at our house, so I was pretty hopeful that these guys would get caught.
Anyway, like 90% of all other criminal cases in Toronto, it went unsolved. I found out later (from the super of the building next door) that the Police didn't even look at the video tapes from the building. I don't even know if they investigated it...
It didn't happen in Rosedale or Bridlepath, so I'm not surprised.
That was the first of many "strolls down DARK memory lane". I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
--jackandcokewithalime
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