Cops

About 3:30 a.m., I awoke to the sound of a radio. Not mine.

One of Toronto's finest was parked in the lane way beside my bedroom window. From the looks of things, there was a neighbourhood search going on.

Nice.

For some reason, my 75 year old Mother absolutely loves watching Cops -- the show, not the actual police officers. If you've managed to catch an episode, they generally involve lots of night running through trailer parks to catch suspects who inevitably are naked from the waist up.

When caught, said suspects always claim not to have any crack on their person. Then they act all surprised when the officers find it.

You must become immune to lying if you're a police officer.

It was hard to go back to sleep after this unnerving urban wake up call.

Even when I left for work this morning, there was a cruiser across the street and plenty of lights and sirens around Regent Park.