And if she mouthed off to me or ran away, she’d get a smack for it. Don’t think she wouldn’t.
Because we’re decent people, and that’s what decent people do. That may not be the Beat(nik) life. But it’s what’s cookin’ for the rest of us, Ruby. You think you're to cool to color within the lines?
Cool isn't comfy when you're broke
Even for the Beatnik folk.
You may think school isn't cool.
But you'll end up a fool.
That's my poem for the Beatniks, but you know what? They keep coming down here, thinking the Village is their Mecca. (You didn't think an officer would know such a big word, did ya? Well, think again).
But anyhoo, whatever you tell them, these Beats wanna go their own way. I say fine, but leave the kids out of it.
They don't listen. So their kids end up at the station. That's where Ruby's story begins.
It'll end there one day, too.
Officer Florian Grimaldi