“I don’t know you Marino! I don’t know you Marino! I don’t
know you Marino! I don’t know you Marino!”

“Sir… SIR ! I’m going to have to ask you to calm down! Why
are you taking your clothes off? Sir, dont -“

“I don’t know you Marino. I don’t know you Marino.” He
paced back and forth, completely nude and standing near the
lamp post in the park. He had an anxious look on his face,
and he ran his hand through his thinning gray hair,
neurotically fixated on Officer Marino’s name.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s happening.”
Officer Marino stood his ground, right hand firmly gripping the
gun on his hip.

“Let’s cuff him, Marino.” Frank suggested, dangling the cuffs
from his hands, anxious to put him down.

“No, no…. The old guy is homeless and he’s not all there upstairs. Let’s try to get him into Parkview. I know it’s a pain in the ass, but maybe they can get him off the streets.”

“I don’t know you Marino. I don’t know you Marino. I don’t know you Marino. I don’t-”