Siggy

Many years ago when I was just a lad some older punk kid was bothering my sister. I don't know how, but I found myself, along with my father, brother and sister riding in a police car looking for this guy. In the front seat was a police officer (friend of my Dad's) driving, and Siggy was in the front passenger seat. Keep in mind this is the same Siggy that was too violent to get into the Marines, in the early 1960's, because he beat a man to death in a bar room fight. The same man who did 9 months in an Arizona prison(wearing paper slippers, because he had no shoes) for mashing a burrito into his own forehead( the police were watching him at the time). Anyway, why he was riding "shotgun" in a marked patrol car, I'll never know. When he was calm and in a good mood, he was a ticking timebomb of extemely nervous mayhem. But tonight he was mad. Dosen't even matter that he didn't know why. Don't think the cop really knew Siggy. OK, so we pull up to this corner where a gang of hoodlums were hanging around, maybe 10 of them (at least) it was more like a crowd. So my sister says, "There he is". I think by the time she got the word "there" out, Siggy was sprinting into the mass of people, by himself. Oh, and he had no idea what the person he was after looked like. He just started attacking everyone. Lots of people were either on the ground (with Siggy) or running away. The cop was looking at my father, flabbergasted, almost laughing, "What the hell is he doing?" It was an amazing site to see. The guy we were after got away. Siggy got back into the car and just shrugged his shoulders.