What life is for

Scene II

(At local police station- Inspector Green’s Office)

(Inspector Green and two policemen)

Insp. Green

-Are you sure then???

First Pm

-Yes, boss! Our deep throat says our two men, Vincent and Norman,  have already received the stuff from Jamaica!

Second Pm (mocking an improbable advertising spot)

-One hundred pounds of very tasteful Jamaican grass!!

Insp. Green (whistling by surprise)

-Fucking hell!!! What bloody channel do they get  such an amount of stuff through???

First Pm

-Our informer does not know it yet!!!

Second Pm

-On the other hand which advantage we’ll  get if we stop these supplies?!?

Insp.  Green (paying the right attention)

-What do you exactly mean by that?

First Pm (after changing a mutual understanding glance with his colleague)

            -Do you know how much is worth that stuff out there???

Insp. Green

-‘don’t know….. may be a forty quid each pound…..

First Pm

-Which   sums up to four thousand fucking pounds…a lot of money, ain’t it?

Insp.  Green (smelling a rat)

-You mean it’s a shame burning such a great amount of money, don’t you?

First Pm (smiling shrewdly)

-As matter of fact it’s a  legal offence even burning a single banknote!

Second Pm

-I know an American lad who cuts the grass off from his garden each time they seize this kind of  drugs…..

First Pm

            …….and he mixes a quarter of marjhuana with three quarters of his grass up to make the seized quantity….

Second Pm

            ……He swears that the incinerator’s guys smell   properly those  burned goods !

First Pm

-Of course, three thousand pounds are to be shared in three parts…

Insp. Green (approving)

-Do we know  where is stashed the stuff?

First Pm

-Not yet, sir!  But we know for sure that Vincent and Norman will start selling the stuff today, right in the afternoon!!

Second Pm

-In order to get rid of it in the shortest time, they  plan  to deliver it to single customers all in a day, carrying the stuff in the car!

Insp. Green

-Do we know the car they will use for delivers? Must be a big one!!

First Pm

            - Yes sir, it’s a van!  Unfortunately  they change it every time, but we know the  address and     the right time of the first deliver!!

Second Pm

-We know that one of them waits in the van while the other goes for delivering…

First Pm

            -….. so we can catch him while delivering the stuff…

Second Pm

            -…. And promise to him   safety  if he leads up straight to the van waiting outside!

Insp. Green

-Excellent, boys! Where’s planned their first deliver then?

First Pm ( handing him a note in a  paper after reading it)

-At five o’clock in a  flat of  Hampstead,  belonging to such a Mr Sailor, Anthony Sailor! 

Insp. Green (standing up, followed by the two guys)

-We will be there right for tea-time!!!

First Pm

– Of course we will!!

Second Pm

-And we‘ll make a very nice infuse, won’t we??

EXEUNT

...to be continued...

Just give peace a chance

I couldn't realize why the Beatles had split off. They were my best group and I was a Lennon's fan. I was just a young boy but I liked "The Plastic Ono Band". Then I heard an interview on the BBC radio. Lennon confessed to have reached the sane equilibrium with and thanks to Yoko. He had stopped smoking and drinking and taking drugs. He had left the group, in the first senties, because  he had realized that most of people around them were robbing the group's profits. And most of all he wanted to be free. he was a real artist and like all the artists he lived some contradictions; like when he said he din't like capitalism but he did live as a capitalist. But he was a mith to me: his pacifism, his music, his ideals were also mines. 'See you John, where ever your spirit might be! Who knows if you are in that Heaven you told us not believe in!