I decided to go ahead and leave. I ripped open the sugar packets poured them into my coffee. My notes were dishelved and so it took bothhands to care them and my coffee. Hence, I left the used sugar packets on the tabletop.
Voice of Cop -You going leave that there?
Jekyll - What
VoC - You going to leave that mess on your table, you not going pitch it in trash
J-And then something happened. So far as I could tell I was still me. I sat Hyde sitting safely there in that corner we had made for him. But the words escaping my lips were not mine
Hyde-Not mine either
Jekyll - You sure
Voice of Cop - What did you just say to me?
Jekyll - You're hard of hearing too. I said what is this really about? Huh? I reminder you of some joker who fucked your wife and got away with it?
You sure that isn't you?
Hyde - Why would I?
Jekyll - Spite?
Hyde - If you aren't going to let me handle it, then leave me alone.
VoC - You know who you're talking to?
Jekyll - Are you going to arrest me
VoC - if you give me a good reason
Jekyll - So you're just going to harass me?
VoC - You know what I think? I think you're crazy
Jekyll - No, what's crazy is me having to tolerate harrasment from apublic servant over a bunch of empty sugar packets. No well balanced officer of law would ever stoop to such a trival enterprise. So I surmised you must be under some sort of emotional strain, like for instance a sense of extreme melancholy due to the ready availability of your wife's vagina to any tom dick or harry with a five spot and penchant for creampie
Hyde - Somebody is being a bad boy
Jekyll - OK that was not me...