Technology is a wonder... And I sometimes wonder if it’s for us, or a’gin us. In street parlance, (which is understandably much akin to prison language given the perpetual cross-over connections), a rat is someone who “squeals” on someone to...

In my line of work, you get to meet all the wonderfully diverse and different types of human beings. Occasionally, you’ll get to talk with them, enjoy their company, and then put handcuffs on them. Looking back at the span...

Bobby Shoe-Shine. That’s what all the Street cops called him back waaay long ago. He’d show up at the Station's Sally Port door before the pay-day line up, and for the money, you’d get the best spit shine that could...

Experiencing Mr. Stinky! You kinda had to be there, so follow me... Back when homeless people were hobos, drunks were winos, and “substance abusers” were hypes, I pounded a classic foot patrol beat on San Francisco's gritty Mission Street. After 3-4...