We were in the grocery store, just the two of us. We saw him at the end of the aisle, an old high school friend. They exchanged greetings. I noticed that while CA Cop seemed genuine he carefully steered the conversation he was having away from anything personal and certainly away from work. They smiled and parted ways and we continued our shopping.
"He's still in a gang." CA Cop said informing me of specifically which gang, "I can tell by his haircut."
Haircut? Who knew?
CA Cop spots them everywhere. It's their hat with a specific letter, Its their jacket with specific numbers, its the color of the stripes on their shirt, the roman numerals in their tattoos, the colors they wear, and the list goes on and on and on and on. Motorcycle gangs, street gangs, turf gangs. I had no idea that there were so many different brands of local gangs or chapters.
Awareness is good, right?