You Know Things Aer Tough...

My boss shows up for work this morning telling me that a few blocks up the road, he passed police cars, lights flashing, parked in front of a house, with the little number markers used to designate spent casings all over the street. Passing the alley, there's another car, and more little number pylons.

My first thought was to wander up there and ask the cops if I can have the brass for reloading if they're done with them.

Hey, brass is where you find it.