There’s a cute hipster cop working nights at my nearest subway stop.

Last night, after seeing him twice already, I decided to snag a picture.

It’s blurry, obviously. But maybe you get the point. Dark thick rims, dark hair on the verge of a curl, would look at home in plaid amongst books, a smartish look about him.

But, still, a cop. And my relationship to cops is, in a word, complicated. Continue reading →