Los Angeles: 2013
Johnathan Spalding was sitting in the office of the chief of police. He was nervous, but not enough to show it. Johnathan was wearing a red t-shirt that said "Live Long and Prosper" on the front, a pair of black jeans, and red Air Jordans. He was an African-American twenty-seven year old with stubble on his face, a thin build, brown eyes, and a scar on his left arm due to a carving accident.
The chief came into the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. He was a stocky man with red hair on his head and on his face. He was wearing a white collared shirt, a black and white striped tie, white skin, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He looks like he's going to church, Something I don't go to anymore. Johnathan thought.
"Spalding, this is the third time you've attacked a police officer. And it's gonna be the last time too." The chief said.
"But chief, the guy called me a dirty African. I had to do something." Johnathan replied.
"You could have ignored him."
"Or I could've broken his neck for that insult."
The chief stared at him. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't send you to Death Row right this minute."
"Because I still have a wife and a kid." Johnathan said.
The chief still stared at him. "I still wish they had left your dumb ass." The chief wondered what was going on in this man's mind right now.
"So, what I'm gonna do is let you off with a third warning. But this will be the last time, got it?" The chief said.
"Alright. Now about these cuffs..." Johnathan hinted.
"Already on it, asshole." He said while taking the cuffs off of Johnathan.
"Now get out of here before I change my mind." The chief said.
As Johnathan stepped out into the cold winter day, he wondered whether the chief made the right decision letting him go. He just shrugged and left toward home.