To the untrained eye, Bernie Jocuns is a suit. “The Man,” if you will. But he doesn’t fall prey to the stereotypes so commonly associated with attorneys. He’s no square, the most notable indication of this being his shoulder length hair. And, like one of his heroes, the great Hunter S. Thompson, (who, along with Jim Fitzgerald, is one of the central reasons I wanted to become a journalist), Jocuns is challenging the system from the inside. He’s ridden in on a one-man Freak Power Party ticket and made a name for himself in Lapeer, which is nearing the end of that equilateral four-sided tunnel out of which we’ve been inching for the past few decades. And I’d wager that he prides himself on this.

Jocuns (pronounced Jock-ins), 46, lives in Lapeer. About three blocks away from me. And his gleaming…

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