There was a time when police could wear garish clothes, have far out hair, smoke in the office, look and possibly be half hung over by lunchtime and carried tiny five shot .38s in shoulder rigs.
People say Miami Vice was the “ideal aesthetic”: Italian cars, glamour weapons, 80s music, etc
But no... I say it all began and ended with Barney Miller. You knew it was dead serious if someone pulled a 1911 wrapped in an oily rag.
I hate the current era, I hate that we don’t crucify people, and I just don’t see why...
Why any of it. I know what it means now. I do.
Maybe I should get the redhead teenage girlfriend and the sports car or open a karate dojo(I dunno karate but I figure if I stay one lesson ahead of the kids I should be fine) or just go live amongst them amazon girls in the rainforest because the America that I knew is truly lost
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