Bitter with the Swede

When I was in the band the Zealots in about 1994 or 1995, the drummer, Jess, lived above Manny Brown’s, a bar on South St. in Philadelphia. There was a staircase that went straight up to his apartment on the 3rd Floor.

On this day, Paul, the guitarist, and Norman the bassist and I, the frontman, went to Jess’ and he told us he had been robbed. They had taken the door from the roof off the hinges. Jess said his roommate was sleeping at the time and never woke up while they rifled through her belongings in her room. So thankfully, she was ok. The police were on the way.

When the cops got there one of them, a petite woman cop, reached out to open the door to the roof. She must not have been listening well when we told her it was taken off its hinges. The door started to fall on her. That door was at the top of the stairs which you may remember was a straight 3 story drop to the street. I caught the door with one hand before it hit the cop.

That’s it. She didn’t even say thank you. I don’t think cops are used to saying that.