Pinoys R Us
One of our neighbors works abroad as a seaman, and we always know when he's in town. He throws a big party, an all-night celebration featuring lots of food, lots of guests and lots and lots and lots and lots of noise.
Did I say "lots of noise"? Kindly excuse the weakness of my descriptive powers. What I meant was "mind shattering explosive bursts of hideous sound strong enough to split boulders and cause the resulting pebbles to bleed."
After I obtained the police report of my February 17, 2003 Walgreens arrest (for using a "counterfeit" $100 bill which turned out to be genuine), I learned the identity of San Francisco police Sgt. Jeff Barry. I then connected the dots and tied our last unpleasant encounter in 1995 to his conduct in either directing me to be arrested or in allowing it to happen when there was no "probable cause" to do so.