A Pachie Story: "I Ain't Squawking"

By kiki

One time in the early 1950s we were shooting pool at the Simons Pool Hall on Date street in Simons. While we were shooting pool Pachie was getting a shoe shine from the shoe shine boy. Afterwards he was just walking around with a joint on his ear, getting tired of hanging around he left, saying that he would see us later. We didn't see him again till a week later when he showed up the pool hall. He told us that after he left the pool hall the week before he was pulled over by the Montebello cops, and that one cop told him he was under arrest for having a joint, Pachie asked the cop “where is the evidence?”, the cop took the joint from his ear,  “here it is” said the cop
He was put in the back seat of the cop’s car and the cop asked Pachie “where did you get the joint?”, Pachie answered him with “I ain’t squawking” The cops pulled him out of the car and kicked his ass and than let him go.

Poor Pachie was always getting his ass kicked, first the rooster, now the cops.