The NewYorker, from 2014 "I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief. “Bad news, detective. We got a situation.” “What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?” “Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.” The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that?" https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/l-p-d-libertarian-police-depart... Rr Sent from my Androgyne dee-vice with K-9 Mail