From a New York Times guest essay by Elizabeth Milch and Olivia Milch headlined “We’ve Waited Our Whole Lives to Help Our Father, David Milch, Tell This Story”:
We’ve heard the story of our dad shooting out streetlamps while on acid more times than we can count. Sometimes he does it with a shotgun, sometimes the New Haven cops know him by name (he’d been arrested before), but it always ends with him saying, “I refuse to speak to you until your badge stops melting.” It’s a good line.