Pretty intense night last night....had a DV call that ended in an arrest. The guy that called 9-1-1 ended up being the one that went to jail....I think he knew he screwed up so he attempted a pre-emtive strike.....an attempt to seem like the victim in the situation...well he had a warrant and he ended up being the aggressor in the situation.
My partner is a stud...a real magnet for finding good stuff. He got a DUI that ended up with a huge bust and search warrants and the full 9 yards...the case is still going on so I'm not going to reveal any details etc but it was majorly awesome! Its rare that something small like that can turn out to lead to much bigger and better things just in one shift. Call it luck...good police work etc but some bad mo-fos are off the street. Wish I could talk a little more about it but it will have to do.
Just a friendly reminder...please dont send out the link to this blog without letting me know. I try to keep things very general and I dont name names or places....but I still dont like random people reading this stuff. I trust all of you will respect that....tired now gonna rack out...rinse repeat.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Dont yell at me
3 arrests tonight. First two involved a love triangle. Ex-husband vs wife and new boyfriend. Ex-husband picks a fight with new boyfriend in front of ex-wife. Yeah I'm confused too. Anyway he gets his boys together and surround the new boyfriend then make some threats and take off....they show back up while i'm out there alone....3 of them and one of me. I order them out of the car and tell them to sit on the curb.
Well exhusband doesnt take the simple order and stands by the truck......what part of go sit down over there do you not understand?! I'm polite to a point but in this business you ...ask....tell....make. Period. Otherwise you end up dead by your own handgun in some cases. Anyway my taser in his face seemed to get the point across and he started to go with the program....but that came out afte he got in my face and like a small dog said "dont yell at me....you dont yell at me"...well sorry buddy I'm the Po-Po....screw you back buddy.....I can go back to being polite somewhat....well according to the ex husband he didn't do anything and nothing happened and he has no idea why we are there......he got up about 3 times after being told to stay on the ground....too late...probably about 2 times too many looking back on it.......he's done and I arrested him for disorderly conduct.
The ex-husbands brother was the one that actually did the threats....he too denies everything and has no logical eplanation as to what happened......dumb.....he gets to go to jail to. The jailer commented on how our city had been up there alot the past few days....and it was true. I got to know that journey up there real well...can do it just about blindfolded now.
The shoplifter........25 year old girl decides to shoplift about 30 bucks worth of food. Loss prevention at the store contacts her and goes to arrest her and the fight is on....she starts punching the poor guy (who is probably making about 10 bucks an hour) and takes off......unfortunately for her...to blend in with the crowd she decides to wear a bright polka dotted t-shirt....doesnt really blend in to well...one of my partners finds her and her buddy. The buddy didnt do anything so we kicked her loose....as for polka dotted girl she resists arrest so the $30 dollars in stuff she stole ended up like this.....she didnt get away with the stuff and she went from probably just being tresspassed cause the store got there stuff back.....to the theft charge, assault for the fight with security....and a third charge of resisting arrest.....man that girl was a whiner.....all the way up there...whoa is me...I'm gonna loose my job....wwwwwhhhhhaaaaaaa.....well you know what lady...? Your choice not mine...your consequences of your actions......I have no sympathy for people like that.....stupid.
Lots of reports and paperwork with those two incidents....other than that it was a pretty slow night. Kind of nice after the chaos of earlier in the week. Now its the weekend....yeeee haaaw
Well exhusband doesnt take the simple order and stands by the truck......what part of go sit down over there do you not understand?! I'm polite to a point but in this business you ...ask....tell....make. Period. Otherwise you end up dead by your own handgun in some cases. Anyway my taser in his face seemed to get the point across and he started to go with the program....but that came out afte he got in my face and like a small dog said "dont yell at me....you dont yell at me"...well sorry buddy I'm the Po-Po....screw you back buddy.....I can go back to being polite somewhat....well according to the ex husband he didn't do anything and nothing happened and he has no idea why we are there......he got up about 3 times after being told to stay on the ground....too late...probably about 2 times too many looking back on it.......he's done and I arrested him for disorderly conduct.
The ex-husbands brother was the one that actually did the threats....he too denies everything and has no logical eplanation as to what happened......dumb.....he gets to go to jail to. The jailer commented on how our city had been up there alot the past few days....and it was true. I got to know that journey up there real well...can do it just about blindfolded now.
The shoplifter........25 year old girl decides to shoplift about 30 bucks worth of food. Loss prevention at the store contacts her and goes to arrest her and the fight is on....she starts punching the poor guy (who is probably making about 10 bucks an hour) and takes off......unfortunately for her...to blend in with the crowd she decides to wear a bright polka dotted t-shirt....doesnt really blend in to well...one of my partners finds her and her buddy. The buddy didnt do anything so we kicked her loose....as for polka dotted girl she resists arrest so the $30 dollars in stuff she stole ended up like this.....she didnt get away with the stuff and she went from probably just being tresspassed cause the store got there stuff back.....to the theft charge, assault for the fight with security....and a third charge of resisting arrest.....man that girl was a whiner.....all the way up there...whoa is me...I'm gonna loose my job....wwwwwhhhhhaaaaaaa.....well you know what lady...? Your choice not mine...your consequences of your actions......I have no sympathy for people like that.....stupid.
Lots of reports and paperwork with those two incidents....other than that it was a pretty slow night. Kind of nice after the chaos of earlier in the week. Now its the weekend....yeeee haaaw
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I'm so sorry for your loss
Ok worked the last two nights. Friday night was pretty crazy. We had a festival in our city. Equal to say a county fair...that sort of thing. I don't know why but it doesnt matter what city you are in and what fair it is....they all have that same smell...kind of a deep fried food and sweaty carnie tinge. I have to admit seing the gravitron and super loop brings back some pretty fond memories of growin up.
It was an insane night. Lots of punk kids that think they are bad to the bone. One kid started beating up a female and a bystander broke the fight up...the kids followed him to his house and proceeded to berate him and tell him that they were gonna shoot up his house in retaliation etc...well be careful who you screw with cause the guy pulled his own gun out and scared them off. The guy was perfectly within his rights to do so and honestly I'm kind of glad that he did. These kids have absolutely no respect for their elders anymore...gosh look at me sounding like grumpy old fart head. So we ended up arresting the kids for the threats but it got so busy that we ended up letting them go...crazy I know but yes it got that busy...it was insane...they will still get charged but I was a bit dissapointed that they didnt go to jail that night....kids need to understand that actions have consequences. We ended up arresting about 4 people that night not including these bozo's. You know its a good night when you have to break out the new transport van paddy waggon style to go to the clink.
It was kind of funny cause we were trying to figure out if we had room in one of our patrol cars to get all these people up....usually you can do 2 pretty safeley but the 3 we had to transport was way to much...they cant ride up front with you......oh yeah...thanks partner...we have a bran new transport paddy waggon...where's the keys. Man that thing was awesome....great ride except there is so much heavy steel from all the interior cage work that the thing is super top heavy....I felt like I was gonna tip over at any second....the really nice thing was that you couldnt hear the people squakin as I rode up...I'm begining to like taking people all the way up to the jail...its a bit of a ride if the normal local jail is closed...I'm getting to know some of the jailers up there and I dont know....usually people hate going up there and I kind of like it.
One of the guys we took up there got busted by my partner for driving DUI...yeah he was driving on the wrong side of the road.....pull em over and he ends up being totally wasted plus he had about 5 warrants for his arrest. So his girlfriend well I guess they weren't dating ....according to her they are just "friends" yeah I'm sure he isnt holding on to any hope or anything......anyway he was the less drunk of the two...and considering how wasted he was she must have been tanked......anyway..there was weed in the car and a couple of pipes but you know what? she came out clean and told us about it and I tell you what.....honesty will get you out of alot of trouble these days...we didnt charge em with that stuff.....kind of a reward for telling the truth..a true rarity in police work. My momma always told me to leave a room better than you found it....kind of applies here...maybe they will be honest again next time. You would think that this gal would be totally thankful that she wasnt going to jail which we totally could have taken her there due to all the drug charges etc but instead she was mortified that her car was gonna get impounded....I cant afford it etc etc.....well maybe if you didnt buy so much weed you wouldnt be so shocked at 150 buck impound fee.....man I tell ya give em an inch and they take a mile.......I kept trying to tell her how lucky she got off but she was drunk and irrational.....
Last night was a ruff one:
I tell ya it was pretty slow......the festival is still going on and it was much calmer tonight then the previous night. I even stopped by and got a slice of greesy pizza....delicious......so about midnight came along and out of the blue got dispatched to a suicidal call.....lights sirens the hole 9 yards.
So we get out there and its one of those funky addresses that are hard to find....it apparently was ontop of a mountain....man this driveway could charge 50 dollars for a lift ticket to the top during ski season.....talk about awkward.....straining for oxygen I got my tubby butt up that hill.....man its like running in mud with all that gear on. Catch my breath......take care of business......get inside and downstairs there is a dad doing cpr on is 19 year old son.....it was just sad....you could see it in the dad's eyes how desperate he was to save him. In my experience usually by the time you have called 911 and they are talking you through cpr its too late....the good thing though is that it gives someone who is in shock a distraction and a task to keep their mind occupied.
anyway....he was straddling his son and the son was lying on his back motionless....the paramedics got there and took over...they put all kinds of tubes in him and tried a bunch of techniques but just were not able to revive him. He had hung himself.......the worst part is that he did it while the family was upstairs watching tv and relaxing........There was a rope hanging from a towell rack...I was surprised that thing even held him but it was an actual screw in job not just a flimsy one.......the dad had cut him down and started cpr......
I tell you dealing with dead bodies never gets easy. Fortunately I've had alot of them where its expected...nursing homes etc but this was a young kid.....there were other kids in the house so it just made it extra difficult.....sucks to have to play counselor and detective at the same time...any time something happens like this you have to treat the scene like a crime scene till you know better.....really hard to tell someone that they cant see their son/loved one if they really want to.......
Looking at a body is hard....I dont know how those medical examiners do it day in and day out.....I guess like any other hard/discusting job you just get used to it after a while...luckily all of them are super experienced and can kind of act as counselor to the grievin family especially in that earlier of the game.........we also got out a chaplain to help with the family....what a godsend cause we started geting lots more family that kept showing up adding to the chaos amungst their grief............it was just really hard....I felt so bad for the family.
The body luckily was in fairly good condition. Unfortunately there were some very deep ligature marks on the neck that looked so bad and awkward. Anway...it was a pretty tough call to say the least. That pretty much took up the entire night...pretty sad. Loss is never easy.
Fin
It was an insane night. Lots of punk kids that think they are bad to the bone. One kid started beating up a female and a bystander broke the fight up...the kids followed him to his house and proceeded to berate him and tell him that they were gonna shoot up his house in retaliation etc...well be careful who you screw with cause the guy pulled his own gun out and scared them off. The guy was perfectly within his rights to do so and honestly I'm kind of glad that he did. These kids have absolutely no respect for their elders anymore...gosh look at me sounding like grumpy old fart head. So we ended up arresting the kids for the threats but it got so busy that we ended up letting them go...crazy I know but yes it got that busy...it was insane...they will still get charged but I was a bit dissapointed that they didnt go to jail that night....kids need to understand that actions have consequences. We ended up arresting about 4 people that night not including these bozo's. You know its a good night when you have to break out the new transport van paddy waggon style to go to the clink.
It was kind of funny cause we were trying to figure out if we had room in one of our patrol cars to get all these people up....usually you can do 2 pretty safeley but the 3 we had to transport was way to much...they cant ride up front with you......oh yeah...thanks partner...we have a bran new transport paddy waggon...where's the keys. Man that thing was awesome....great ride except there is so much heavy steel from all the interior cage work that the thing is super top heavy....I felt like I was gonna tip over at any second....the really nice thing was that you couldnt hear the people squakin as I rode up...I'm begining to like taking people all the way up to the jail...its a bit of a ride if the normal local jail is closed...I'm getting to know some of the jailers up there and I dont know....usually people hate going up there and I kind of like it.
One of the guys we took up there got busted by my partner for driving DUI...yeah he was driving on the wrong side of the road.....pull em over and he ends up being totally wasted plus he had about 5 warrants for his arrest. So his girlfriend well I guess they weren't dating ....according to her they are just "friends" yeah I'm sure he isnt holding on to any hope or anything......anyway he was the less drunk of the two...and considering how wasted he was she must have been tanked......anyway..there was weed in the car and a couple of pipes but you know what? she came out clean and told us about it and I tell you what.....honesty will get you out of alot of trouble these days...we didnt charge em with that stuff.....kind of a reward for telling the truth..a true rarity in police work. My momma always told me to leave a room better than you found it....kind of applies here...maybe they will be honest again next time. You would think that this gal would be totally thankful that she wasnt going to jail which we totally could have taken her there due to all the drug charges etc but instead she was mortified that her car was gonna get impounded....I cant afford it etc etc.....well maybe if you didnt buy so much weed you wouldnt be so shocked at 150 buck impound fee.....man I tell ya give em an inch and they take a mile.......I kept trying to tell her how lucky she got off but she was drunk and irrational.....
Last night was a ruff one:
I tell ya it was pretty slow......the festival is still going on and it was much calmer tonight then the previous night. I even stopped by and got a slice of greesy pizza....delicious......so about midnight came along and out of the blue got dispatched to a suicidal call.....lights sirens the hole 9 yards.
So we get out there and its one of those funky addresses that are hard to find....it apparently was ontop of a mountain....man this driveway could charge 50 dollars for a lift ticket to the top during ski season.....talk about awkward.....straining for oxygen I got my tubby butt up that hill.....man its like running in mud with all that gear on. Catch my breath......take care of business......get inside and downstairs there is a dad doing cpr on is 19 year old son.....it was just sad....you could see it in the dad's eyes how desperate he was to save him. In my experience usually by the time you have called 911 and they are talking you through cpr its too late....the good thing though is that it gives someone who is in shock a distraction and a task to keep their mind occupied.
anyway....he was straddling his son and the son was lying on his back motionless....the paramedics got there and took over...they put all kinds of tubes in him and tried a bunch of techniques but just were not able to revive him. He had hung himself.......the worst part is that he did it while the family was upstairs watching tv and relaxing........There was a rope hanging from a towell rack...I was surprised that thing even held him but it was an actual screw in job not just a flimsy one.......the dad had cut him down and started cpr......
I tell you dealing with dead bodies never gets easy. Fortunately I've had alot of them where its expected...nursing homes etc but this was a young kid.....there were other kids in the house so it just made it extra difficult.....sucks to have to play counselor and detective at the same time...any time something happens like this you have to treat the scene like a crime scene till you know better.....really hard to tell someone that they cant see their son/loved one if they really want to.......
Looking at a body is hard....I dont know how those medical examiners do it day in and day out.....I guess like any other hard/discusting job you just get used to it after a while...luckily all of them are super experienced and can kind of act as counselor to the grievin family especially in that earlier of the game.........we also got out a chaplain to help with the family....what a godsend cause we started geting lots more family that kept showing up adding to the chaos amungst their grief............it was just really hard....I felt so bad for the family.
The body luckily was in fairly good condition. Unfortunately there were some very deep ligature marks on the neck that looked so bad and awkward. Anway...it was a pretty tough call to say the least. That pretty much took up the entire night...pretty sad. Loss is never easy.
Fin
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Time to Roll!
Last night was great...probably the funnest shift I've had in a long long time. I'll try and give you the play by play!
Logged in...got my car prepped...checked the shotty, checked my M-16, lights camera action!
Checked Department email....hahaha lol
Traffic complaint of a DUI...way out of position couldnt get to it.
Checked a bus stop ...our big one nothin found just a roll through.
Collision...I was like the third person on scene so that ends up being nice...got stuck on traffic directing which is a cake walk...sit there and look good..wave your arms like a big dumb blue canary. Gal hit an occupied parked car...the parked car guy denied being in the driver seat and tried playing the ...uh no he was driving...uh no actually my friend was driving...wait no I was in the backseat...wait no I wasnt even in the car game...all because he had a suspended license....several witnesses put him in the driver seat....we couldnt even arrest him cause technically he wasnt even driving and he had nothing to do with the accident to boot but guess he was paranoid...gave him several several several chances to not lie but he didn't want to play so...despite having no fault at all he got arrested for obstruction...got a DV call over the radio...no one to call so I cleared the scene and headed off.
DV physical domestic...half sister vs half brother. The girl was the older of the two...she was like 25 and he was only 17. She was nice enough to bring him in and take care of him cause mom is out of the picture due to drug addiction. Kind of sad really. Anyway...she gets tired of payin all the rent and bills etc and gets up in his face and they start to argue. She pours water on his face...a shuving match ensues, she kicks him in the balls and in the stomach. Now in the old days I'd say thats fair fame...unfortunately the DV laws mandate an arrest whenever an assault occurs...there is a whole matrix for determining if an arrest should be made depending on who the "primary aggressor" is, compartitive injuries etc. Its kind of like playing referee on a mutual foul during a game...sux but has to be done. She was determined to be the primary aggressor so I had to hook her up.
It was sad because she was in good spirits but as soon as the bracelets went on she started crying...I felt horrible. I mean it really seams like she was doing the right thing taking in her brother and all but the bottom line is you just cant hit eachother etc. She had never been arrested before and I just felt aweful...if it was up to me I wouldnt have arrested her but the state says I have to...sucky. She seemed really scared...I'd be really scared going to jail as well....sux....
Taking the gal to the jail...realized we could kill 2 birds with one stone....back to the collision I go. Picked up liar dude. The DV gal seemed less than thrilled that she had to share a ride with this obnoxious dude who was drunk to boot. Went to the jail....got to see some old friend jail guards of mine...fantastic times. Lots of booking paperwork since it involved 2 different cases...booking forms, citations etc.....
cleared the jail
Dispatched to a found bicycle call.....pretty easy go there....guy says a kid just left his bike here but doesnt know who it is...check the serial number for stolen...get the callers name and date of birth etc then try and fit it into my cramped patrol car a challenge in and of itself. Got it in.........checked the callers name in the computer before leaving...side note came back as a kidnapping sexual offender...scary...seemed like a normal guy...yikes...know your neighbors.
Coffee time at the coffee shop as usual...headed up there...still had the bicycle in the back seat...looked a little ridiculous...bumped into one of my old bestest friends who works at a nearby hospital...always nice to see a friend...caught up a bit and made plans to see a movie tomorrow (now today)...killer. Sat with my patrol partner who had a rider friend riding with him tonight....they sat there for 30 minutes playing on their iphones....jealous I must admit those things are cool. A burp and back in service.
Headed to the station to type some of this paper (short for paperwork)....sit down and not 15 minutes later get dispatched to a suspicious circumstance
suspicious circumstance....man sees kids in an elevator punching eachother cant tell if they are fooling around or really fighting ...type type type..i'll stay at the station a few more minutes and at least type up the bicycle caper...other call can wait a few....cleared the station and headed to it........got there GOA (Gone On Arrival)
Back to the station...type type type
just sat down and 8 minutes later got dispatched to a possible suicidal...
on the way the call got upgraded to a definite suicidal overdose...unk details
Arrived.....first on scene...wait for back up...waiting...come on........get here........wife who had called reference her husband was standing outside waiting...."are there any guns in the house, knives, stabbing weapons, rocket launchers, grenades, bazookas..armed pitbulls with aids? etc ? no no no no no........while asking the questions I see the front door ajar and hear loud screaming/groaning...presumably from Mr Overdose her husband who she called about.....backup gets there....here we go......
walking up to the door.....all things rush through your head....what if he's hiding with a shotgun hallucinating thinking we are going to kill him...what if he has a knife...what if jumps at me...are there other people in the house? What about that armed pitbull with aids...ok if there is a dog in there and he attacks how can I kill the dog....if the dude is in there with a shotgun...can I/should I shoot him....what if he has a gun to his head...what now....etc etc mind racing all within a few seconds...enter the room
The living room is wierd...total sparce apartment...bare bones...no furniture, no tv...wierd...loud groaning around the corner.....start to pie around the corner (tactical term for using a wall as cover moving slowly around it so you can see better without exposing yourself)...pie pie pie...hand on gun hand on gun.....there he was lying face down in a pile of garbage by the kitchen....oh shit knives in the kitchen...think quick.....he's a big guy and he looks psychotic....you know that kind of crazed look in his eyes....he's diaphoretic (dripping buckets of sweat) gasping for air inhale inhale...groan....growl...yell....fuck he's a crazy mother fucker...shit. Anounce yourself (liability...enter defense lawyer..."did he know you were the police."...well I dont rent this chicken shit outfit buddy...) POLICE...WE'RE GONNA GET YOU SOME HELP BUDDY JUST RELAX....groan groan...yell flailing along the ground clenching his fists (pre-fight factor/clue)...shit. Alright here we go....watch his hands, hands have weapons, hands are weapons// allyoop swoop...boom pow kneel down similtaneously grabbing his right hand while my partner grabs his left arm (side note...pimp thinking in sync with good partner work...didnt even tell eachother what to do just did it)......wrestle wrestle...he doesnt want to go with the program......PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK...RELAX GUY..GONNA GET YOU SOME HELP (lawyer shield again..always verbalize things if not to control the guy but for the any witnesses hanging around or a cell phone camera etc etc...looks better that way)....side note lol sometimes I have the urge to yell out "ouch your hurting me i'm in fear for my life!" just for that very reason...lol
Ok back to the fight....partner has one arm I'm got the other...he starts stiffining up and trying to pull his arms underneth his chest so he can lay on them....hands hands hands....whats in his waist band...a gun? armed pitbull with aids? I dont know....hands hands hands...control the hands now! Strong bastard...amazing what people can do when they are on the dope.......one thing for sure this guy had "Tard Strength" and a lot of it. My partner is a big guy 230 pounds and buff...I'm 200 and slightly less buff...but better looking. We started really struggling but we couldnt get his hands behind his back......shit...work smarter not harder right idiot? Time for the batbelt...what do I got....glock .45? maybe a bit much..whoa there buddy....what else...baton? not gonna do much good here....pepper spray? Hell no thats just gonna go everywhere and it ends up getting more in your eyes than his in a small room...good stuff but not real practical and it smells like shit....they dont call it lucifer piss for nothing.........what else oh yeah.....hell yeah.....yee all mighty X26 Taser...ol sparky...excellent choice. Ally-oop got it.......should I staple him (firing the two darts at close range)...luckily my partner was there...TAKE OUT THE CARTIRDGE AND GIVE HIM A CONTACT TAZE!.....good thinking thanks partner...eject the darts now It works like a handheld stun gun.......
IN my hands...ok aim...choose target....fleshy part of the lower back by the spine...lots of nerves and muscles down there....hold trigger, press like a hot iron and apply heavy pressure......CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK thats the sound the lets you know its working....SUCCESS! Like a magic wand....desired effect immediately, no more fight and presto handcuffs on. OK good to go...wait oh no...now he tries to headbutt us and kick at me.....ENTER TEX.
Let me tell you about Tex. I'll just call him that because I dont post real names on here. Tex is my other partner. He is about 6'04'' 250 lbs muscle and Tex accurately describes him...yes exactly what you are picturing now in your head.....old school, serious veteran, grizzly certified Bad Ass. "I got this he says" and proceeds to take his huge mits and pretzle the dudes legs up then he takes his huge knee and tex weight right down on the back of the dudes calf....like some kind of crazed carnival rodeo clown out comes Tex's hog-tie rope...yeah no shit.....I've seen these leg hobble ropes before and apparently Tex had one....wrap wrap wrap...in 2.2 seconds like a rodeo dude wranglin a sheep. Truely kick ass. OK send in the hosers (firefighters...they sleep till they are hungry and then eat till sleepy rinse repeat). Here they come and proceed to hook all kinds of computers, tubes, needles, probes, drugs etc up to the guy. Yes he is still trying to kick and groaning like a zombie. and yes crazy eyes still in full effect. Dude was trippin...pretty sure he could taste colors at this point.
Ok situation under control...catch breath....woooooosssssaaaaaaahhhhh. Switch gears detective mode...figure shit out...what happened.....talked to wife and I'll give you the readers digest version..... they moved her from oklahoma to start working at Boeing...he hurts his back on the job and gets fired (laid off i guess whatever...) ouch my back hurts ...translation I'm a horrible drug addict/abuser and need pain meds. Several clinics later and he has a nice set of pain killer cocktails at hand....uses up all the drugs over 6 weeks.....using them as directed of course...by crushing them up, cooking them in a spoon and injecting oxycontin like its heroin. *shit panic..check self did i get poked fighting with this guy*...I think i'm okay...oh great there is a hypodermic needle cap on the floor concealed by the garbage he was laying in...check hands...no blood good...no pricks i dont think....good swhheeeww. Ok so he 's out of drugs and is suicidal today so he thought it would be a good time to take all 50 pills of over the counter chest decongestant.......medics said its like taking 10 or 12 hits of acid....that would explain his zombie rage psychosis we had to deal with.
Off to the hospital...got to see my friend again that I just saw at the coffee shop eariler.....nice to see a good friend. Filled out paperwork...mental health professional is super nice but chats my ear off while I'm trying to write on all there required forms...one of those things where you are talking while writing and you almost end up writing what you are talking about "subject entered into a fit of rage after stating that he wanted to kill himself...yeah you know i do have family from the south and the traffic is bad in that part of town......" shit. Cleared the hospital...
On my way back to the station...to try and remember details from the other 10 reports I took 8 hours ago (thats why your notebook and pen are the best tools you have...good notes are key)......oh wait pass my partner on the road...lets go back him up....get there, he and Tex have a dude hooked up, partner got a ton of dope and cash off the guy just from a simple traffic violation...score.....sure its normal to carry $1000 bucks cash and a half oz of meth oh and a crack pipe....hmm wonder what he was up to that night....helped out baggin and taggin evidence for about 10 minutes.
Cleared.....back to the station.....take a wiz...that felt good....nothin like a good fight to get the juices flowing.......yep felt that good....really good...now I'm thirsty....gulp gulp gulp...no i didnt drink my piss you sickos..I'm at the water fountain. God you guys are sick......you sick bastards.
Sit down....ahhhhh quiet no calls..squak box (radio) is quiet. cricket cricket.....cricket cricket......type type type paper paper paper.....I'm there 18 minutes (no joke Im looking at my notes right now) and get dispatched to stupid malicious mischief report call (damaged property) at a casino.
Go out there...big security guy says someone broke there hand railing at their front entrance....seriously? sigh....ok....lets have a look....yep its broken...broken off from the concrete foundation.....write a statement for me por favor.......wait wait wait...wait ...he's writing writing writing....I go to the bathroom..drank all that water remember.......wait wait...look around...drunk people throwing their money away (not judging done it plenty of times myself)....ok I'm done he says...oh yeah I got security footage of the guy...view the tape...yep..basically the guy lost 3000 dollars at a table (later found out the guy makes 10 bucks an hour..which kind of makes the loss even that more sad)...he gets pissed walks outside and trashes the railing. How much would you estimate the damage to be? Well it happened before and it cost about 400 bucks.....oh and by the way we know who he is...he is a regular customer...gave me his name and date of birth.....
go out to the car and whip out the trusy bail book (your patrolman bible..basically an abreviated version of all the laws/codes/ordinances etc.....400 bucks...classifies it as a felony...whoa! I got a good case now.....run the guys name on my computer and holly shit he has a local address...call the sarge.....hey sarge can I go try and find this guy....sure go ahead....Tex and him were tied up so went over to the address with an officer from a neighboring agency...very cool guy fyi...he helped me out on the earlier domestic. KNock knock knock.......like a family of 5 latinos come to the door and they dont speak any english...I might as well been speaking Russian...I said the guys name and they seemed to understand......they go in the back and out comes this other guy...bingo. Looks kinda like the guy but the footage was a little grainy and now he was not wearing a shirt. I ask him his name and he nods his head......"licencia por favor?" (thank you basic spanish for law enforcement academy block instruction). He gave me his ID and it was him.....the only other thing I could do was say the name of the casino and he nodded...I think indicating that he was admitting that he was there earlier but I dont know...sometimes when someone only speaks spanish you could ask them "do you like birds.....Si..... who are you Si.....what does the color orange taste like....Si..." you get the idea. I asked his brother for his shirt and out came his shirt for him to wear...bingo, it was the same shirt in the security footage...a big picture of Jesus on the back"! Good! yay! clean arrest!
I sat there and attempted to read him his rights (right to remain silent, right to an attorney blah blah blah) but I had to read it in spanish....that was comical....I certainly cant speak spanish so I butchared reading it.
I was feelin good like something out of a cool hollywood movie kinda federal marshal caught the fugitive kinda way....then I got really sad and honestly started feeling bad for the guy. I honestly dont think that he understood what was going on cause I understand a little spanish and can muddle my way through a little bit.....He's in the back of my car and actually seems like a nice, honest hard working dude just trying to get by....I think he thought that he was under arrerst for getting drunk cause he started talking about how he had 8 beers that night......then he started pleading with me thinking that he could just pay the fine right to me or pay for the damage to the casino....probably not uncommon practice back in Mexico....and you could tell he was desperate cause he was crying and they were real tears not drama-get me out of jail- tears. I couldnt explain that thats not how it works here.......so I started driving back to the station and he is crying the whole way talking about how his mom had just died and that he has a son in mexico that he was trying to raise money to send back to mexico for his family...again I believed him just from his demeanor.......but then I thought to myself...no this is bullshit...cant feel sorry for a guy that just wasted 3000 dollars at a casino......wait...but then I started thinking...shit maybe he was just trying to double his money to send back to his family and maybe this was all his savings and he just got stupid thinking it would be a good way to get money faster......went back and forth with how I felt about it.....hard to judge sometimes...people are hard to read sometimes......
On my way back to the station I just kept thinking...shit I dont think he understands whats going on...I thought this cause from what I could make out I think he either thought I was taking him back to the casino so he could pay for the damage or that I was being nice and giving him a ride home etc....sigh...what to do.....I could call a translator service on the phone....that kind of sucks though especially with someone in handcuffs......luckily there was a spanish speaking officer with a neighboring city that was available....I met up with him and this was such a blessing...man just to be able to communicate. He read him his rights (again cover your ass from the defense attorney)....man the officer's spanish was WAY better than mine...that was a relief....he explained the situation to him and how he couldnt just pay me directly. I think it put the guy at ease just understanding what was happening...a very huge thank you thank you thank you to the officer and off I went to the station for some booking paperwork before going up to the county jail.
Off I went.....I think I could make out that he was calling me friend and that I was nice...I think he thought it was cool that I didn't treat him like a dirtbag...probably didnt hurt that I turned it to the local latino music radio station in the car.....I cant stand that stuff but I figured why not enjoy some good homeland tunes if your on your way to the joint. I was able to ask in my spanglish what he did for a living and I think he said that he is a cook and makes about 12 bucks an hour.........sad...he started crying again and I could kind of make out that he was asking if he was going to be deported....I said back to him imigration? La migra? and he was like Si Si......I was able to tell him "minyana...magistrado" trying to convey that he would have to talk to the judge in the morning and I think that did the trick......Si .....Si he said yes yes.
The jail is always a pleasant experience......not. I hate that place...I'll spare the details...
Went back to the station and then typed reports for the next 3 hours.....came home jazzed...great night...great friday...then I sat here and typed this for an hour or so.....wanted to get it posted cause I've left you guys hanging for so long....i'm fricken exhausted.....hope you guys enjoyed it....sorry for the novel!
till next time....stay tuned for the next episode of the recruit diaries....
Logged in...got my car prepped...checked the shotty, checked my M-16, lights camera action!
Checked Department email....hahaha lol
Traffic complaint of a DUI...way out of position couldnt get to it.
Checked a bus stop ...our big one nothin found just a roll through.
Collision...I was like the third person on scene so that ends up being nice...got stuck on traffic directing which is a cake walk...sit there and look good..wave your arms like a big dumb blue canary. Gal hit an occupied parked car...the parked car guy denied being in the driver seat and tried playing the ...uh no he was driving...uh no actually my friend was driving...wait no I was in the backseat...wait no I wasnt even in the car game...all because he had a suspended license....several witnesses put him in the driver seat....we couldnt even arrest him cause technically he wasnt even driving and he had nothing to do with the accident to boot but guess he was paranoid...gave him several several several chances to not lie but he didn't want to play so...despite having no fault at all he got arrested for obstruction...got a DV call over the radio...no one to call so I cleared the scene and headed off.
DV physical domestic...half sister vs half brother. The girl was the older of the two...she was like 25 and he was only 17. She was nice enough to bring him in and take care of him cause mom is out of the picture due to drug addiction. Kind of sad really. Anyway...she gets tired of payin all the rent and bills etc and gets up in his face and they start to argue. She pours water on his face...a shuving match ensues, she kicks him in the balls and in the stomach. Now in the old days I'd say thats fair fame...unfortunately the DV laws mandate an arrest whenever an assault occurs...there is a whole matrix for determining if an arrest should be made depending on who the "primary aggressor" is, compartitive injuries etc. Its kind of like playing referee on a mutual foul during a game...sux but has to be done. She was determined to be the primary aggressor so I had to hook her up.
It was sad because she was in good spirits but as soon as the bracelets went on she started crying...I felt horrible. I mean it really seams like she was doing the right thing taking in her brother and all but the bottom line is you just cant hit eachother etc. She had never been arrested before and I just felt aweful...if it was up to me I wouldnt have arrested her but the state says I have to...sucky. She seemed really scared...I'd be really scared going to jail as well....sux....
Taking the gal to the jail...realized we could kill 2 birds with one stone....back to the collision I go. Picked up liar dude. The DV gal seemed less than thrilled that she had to share a ride with this obnoxious dude who was drunk to boot. Went to the jail....got to see some old friend jail guards of mine...fantastic times. Lots of booking paperwork since it involved 2 different cases...booking forms, citations etc.....
cleared the jail
Dispatched to a found bicycle call.....pretty easy go there....guy says a kid just left his bike here but doesnt know who it is...check the serial number for stolen...get the callers name and date of birth etc then try and fit it into my cramped patrol car a challenge in and of itself. Got it in.........checked the callers name in the computer before leaving...side note came back as a kidnapping sexual offender...scary...seemed like a normal guy...yikes...know your neighbors.
Coffee time at the coffee shop as usual...headed up there...still had the bicycle in the back seat...looked a little ridiculous...bumped into one of my old bestest friends who works at a nearby hospital...always nice to see a friend...caught up a bit and made plans to see a movie tomorrow (now today)...killer. Sat with my patrol partner who had a rider friend riding with him tonight....they sat there for 30 minutes playing on their iphones....jealous I must admit those things are cool. A burp and back in service.
Headed to the station to type some of this paper (short for paperwork)....sit down and not 15 minutes later get dispatched to a suspicious circumstance
suspicious circumstance....man sees kids in an elevator punching eachother cant tell if they are fooling around or really fighting ...type type type..i'll stay at the station a few more minutes and at least type up the bicycle caper...other call can wait a few....cleared the station and headed to it........got there GOA (Gone On Arrival)
Back to the station...type type type
just sat down and 8 minutes later got dispatched to a possible suicidal...
on the way the call got upgraded to a definite suicidal overdose...unk details
Arrived.....first on scene...wait for back up...waiting...come on........get here........wife who had called reference her husband was standing outside waiting...."are there any guns in the house, knives, stabbing weapons, rocket launchers, grenades, bazookas..armed pitbulls with aids? etc ? no no no no no........while asking the questions I see the front door ajar and hear loud screaming/groaning...presumably from Mr Overdose her husband who she called about.....backup gets there....here we go......
walking up to the door.....all things rush through your head....what if he's hiding with a shotgun hallucinating thinking we are going to kill him...what if he has a knife...what if jumps at me...are there other people in the house? What about that armed pitbull with aids...ok if there is a dog in there and he attacks how can I kill the dog....if the dude is in there with a shotgun...can I/should I shoot him....what if he has a gun to his head...what now....etc etc mind racing all within a few seconds...enter the room
The living room is wierd...total sparce apartment...bare bones...no furniture, no tv...wierd...loud groaning around the corner.....start to pie around the corner (tactical term for using a wall as cover moving slowly around it so you can see better without exposing yourself)...pie pie pie...hand on gun hand on gun.....there he was lying face down in a pile of garbage by the kitchen....oh shit knives in the kitchen...think quick.....he's a big guy and he looks psychotic....you know that kind of crazed look in his eyes....he's diaphoretic (dripping buckets of sweat) gasping for air inhale inhale...groan....growl...yell....fuck he's a crazy mother fucker...shit. Anounce yourself (liability...enter defense lawyer..."did he know you were the police."...well I dont rent this chicken shit outfit buddy...) POLICE...WE'RE GONNA GET YOU SOME HELP BUDDY JUST RELAX....groan groan...yell flailing along the ground clenching his fists (pre-fight factor/clue)...shit. Alright here we go....watch his hands, hands have weapons, hands are weapons// allyoop swoop...boom pow kneel down similtaneously grabbing his right hand while my partner grabs his left arm (side note...pimp thinking in sync with good partner work...didnt even tell eachother what to do just did it)......wrestle wrestle...he doesnt want to go with the program......PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK...RELAX GUY..GONNA GET YOU SOME HELP (lawyer shield again..always verbalize things if not to control the guy but for the any witnesses hanging around or a cell phone camera etc etc...looks better that way)....side note lol sometimes I have the urge to yell out "ouch your hurting me i'm in fear for my life!" just for that very reason...lol
Ok back to the fight....partner has one arm I'm got the other...he starts stiffining up and trying to pull his arms underneth his chest so he can lay on them....hands hands hands....whats in his waist band...a gun? armed pitbull with aids? I dont know....hands hands hands...control the hands now! Strong bastard...amazing what people can do when they are on the dope.......one thing for sure this guy had "Tard Strength" and a lot of it. My partner is a big guy 230 pounds and buff...I'm 200 and slightly less buff...but better looking. We started really struggling but we couldnt get his hands behind his back......shit...work smarter not harder right idiot? Time for the batbelt...what do I got....glock .45? maybe a bit much..whoa there buddy....what else...baton? not gonna do much good here....pepper spray? Hell no thats just gonna go everywhere and it ends up getting more in your eyes than his in a small room...good stuff but not real practical and it smells like shit....they dont call it lucifer piss for nothing.........what else oh yeah.....hell yeah.....yee all mighty X26 Taser...ol sparky...excellent choice. Ally-oop got it.......should I staple him (firing the two darts at close range)...luckily my partner was there...TAKE OUT THE CARTIRDGE AND GIVE HIM A CONTACT TAZE!.....good thinking thanks partner...eject the darts now It works like a handheld stun gun.......
IN my hands...ok aim...choose target....fleshy part of the lower back by the spine...lots of nerves and muscles down there....hold trigger, press like a hot iron and apply heavy pressure......CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK thats the sound the lets you know its working....SUCCESS! Like a magic wand....desired effect immediately, no more fight and presto handcuffs on. OK good to go...wait oh no...now he tries to headbutt us and kick at me.....ENTER TEX.
Let me tell you about Tex. I'll just call him that because I dont post real names on here. Tex is my other partner. He is about 6'04'' 250 lbs muscle and Tex accurately describes him...yes exactly what you are picturing now in your head.....old school, serious veteran, grizzly certified Bad Ass. "I got this he says" and proceeds to take his huge mits and pretzle the dudes legs up then he takes his huge knee and tex weight right down on the back of the dudes calf....like some kind of crazed carnival rodeo clown out comes Tex's hog-tie rope...yeah no shit.....I've seen these leg hobble ropes before and apparently Tex had one....wrap wrap wrap...in 2.2 seconds like a rodeo dude wranglin a sheep. Truely kick ass. OK send in the hosers (firefighters...they sleep till they are hungry and then eat till sleepy rinse repeat). Here they come and proceed to hook all kinds of computers, tubes, needles, probes, drugs etc up to the guy. Yes he is still trying to kick and groaning like a zombie. and yes crazy eyes still in full effect. Dude was trippin...pretty sure he could taste colors at this point.
Ok situation under control...catch breath....woooooosssssaaaaaaahhhhh. Switch gears detective mode...figure shit out...what happened.....talked to wife and I'll give you the readers digest version..... they moved her from oklahoma to start working at Boeing...he hurts his back on the job and gets fired (laid off i guess whatever...) ouch my back hurts ...translation I'm a horrible drug addict/abuser and need pain meds. Several clinics later and he has a nice set of pain killer cocktails at hand....uses up all the drugs over 6 weeks.....using them as directed of course...by crushing them up, cooking them in a spoon and injecting oxycontin like its heroin. *shit panic..check self did i get poked fighting with this guy*...I think i'm okay...oh great there is a hypodermic needle cap on the floor concealed by the garbage he was laying in...check hands...no blood good...no pricks i dont think....good swhheeeww. Ok so he 's out of drugs and is suicidal today so he thought it would be a good time to take all 50 pills of over the counter chest decongestant.......medics said its like taking 10 or 12 hits of acid....that would explain his zombie rage psychosis we had to deal with.
Off to the hospital...got to see my friend again that I just saw at the coffee shop eariler.....nice to see a good friend. Filled out paperwork...mental health professional is super nice but chats my ear off while I'm trying to write on all there required forms...one of those things where you are talking while writing and you almost end up writing what you are talking about "subject entered into a fit of rage after stating that he wanted to kill himself...yeah you know i do have family from the south and the traffic is bad in that part of town......" shit. Cleared the hospital...
On my way back to the station...to try and remember details from the other 10 reports I took 8 hours ago (thats why your notebook and pen are the best tools you have...good notes are key)......oh wait pass my partner on the road...lets go back him up....get there, he and Tex have a dude hooked up, partner got a ton of dope and cash off the guy just from a simple traffic violation...score.....sure its normal to carry $1000 bucks cash and a half oz of meth oh and a crack pipe....hmm wonder what he was up to that night....helped out baggin and taggin evidence for about 10 minutes.
Cleared.....back to the station.....take a wiz...that felt good....nothin like a good fight to get the juices flowing.......yep felt that good....really good...now I'm thirsty....gulp gulp gulp...no i didnt drink my piss you sickos..I'm at the water fountain. God you guys are sick......you sick bastards.
Sit down....ahhhhh quiet no calls..squak box (radio) is quiet. cricket cricket.....cricket cricket......type type type paper paper paper.....I'm there 18 minutes (no joke Im looking at my notes right now) and get dispatched to stupid malicious mischief report call (damaged property) at a casino.
Go out there...big security guy says someone broke there hand railing at their front entrance....seriously? sigh....ok....lets have a look....yep its broken...broken off from the concrete foundation.....write a statement for me por favor.......wait wait wait...wait ...he's writing writing writing....I go to the bathroom..drank all that water remember.......wait wait...look around...drunk people throwing their money away (not judging done it plenty of times myself)....ok I'm done he says...oh yeah I got security footage of the guy...view the tape...yep..basically the guy lost 3000 dollars at a table (later found out the guy makes 10 bucks an hour..which kind of makes the loss even that more sad)...he gets pissed walks outside and trashes the railing. How much would you estimate the damage to be? Well it happened before and it cost about 400 bucks.....oh and by the way we know who he is...he is a regular customer...gave me his name and date of birth.....
go out to the car and whip out the trusy bail book (your patrolman bible..basically an abreviated version of all the laws/codes/ordinances etc.....400 bucks...classifies it as a felony...whoa! I got a good case now.....run the guys name on my computer and holly shit he has a local address...call the sarge.....hey sarge can I go try and find this guy....sure go ahead....Tex and him were tied up so went over to the address with an officer from a neighboring agency...very cool guy fyi...he helped me out on the earlier domestic. KNock knock knock.......like a family of 5 latinos come to the door and they dont speak any english...I might as well been speaking Russian...I said the guys name and they seemed to understand......they go in the back and out comes this other guy...bingo. Looks kinda like the guy but the footage was a little grainy and now he was not wearing a shirt. I ask him his name and he nods his head......"licencia por favor?" (thank you basic spanish for law enforcement academy block instruction). He gave me his ID and it was him.....the only other thing I could do was say the name of the casino and he nodded...I think indicating that he was admitting that he was there earlier but I dont know...sometimes when someone only speaks spanish you could ask them "do you like birds.....Si..... who are you Si.....what does the color orange taste like....Si..." you get the idea. I asked his brother for his shirt and out came his shirt for him to wear...bingo, it was the same shirt in the security footage...a big picture of Jesus on the back"! Good! yay! clean arrest!
I sat there and attempted to read him his rights (right to remain silent, right to an attorney blah blah blah) but I had to read it in spanish....that was comical....I certainly cant speak spanish so I butchared reading it.
I was feelin good like something out of a cool hollywood movie kinda federal marshal caught the fugitive kinda way....then I got really sad and honestly started feeling bad for the guy. I honestly dont think that he understood what was going on cause I understand a little spanish and can muddle my way through a little bit.....He's in the back of my car and actually seems like a nice, honest hard working dude just trying to get by....I think he thought that he was under arrerst for getting drunk cause he started talking about how he had 8 beers that night......then he started pleading with me thinking that he could just pay the fine right to me or pay for the damage to the casino....probably not uncommon practice back in Mexico....and you could tell he was desperate cause he was crying and they were real tears not drama-get me out of jail- tears. I couldnt explain that thats not how it works here.......so I started driving back to the station and he is crying the whole way talking about how his mom had just died and that he has a son in mexico that he was trying to raise money to send back to mexico for his family...again I believed him just from his demeanor.......but then I thought to myself...no this is bullshit...cant feel sorry for a guy that just wasted 3000 dollars at a casino......wait...but then I started thinking...shit maybe he was just trying to double his money to send back to his family and maybe this was all his savings and he just got stupid thinking it would be a good way to get money faster......went back and forth with how I felt about it.....hard to judge sometimes...people are hard to read sometimes......
On my way back to the station I just kept thinking...shit I dont think he understands whats going on...I thought this cause from what I could make out I think he either thought I was taking him back to the casino so he could pay for the damage or that I was being nice and giving him a ride home etc....sigh...what to do.....I could call a translator service on the phone....that kind of sucks though especially with someone in handcuffs......luckily there was a spanish speaking officer with a neighboring city that was available....I met up with him and this was such a blessing...man just to be able to communicate. He read him his rights (again cover your ass from the defense attorney)....man the officer's spanish was WAY better than mine...that was a relief....he explained the situation to him and how he couldnt just pay me directly. I think it put the guy at ease just understanding what was happening...a very huge thank you thank you thank you to the officer and off I went to the station for some booking paperwork before going up to the county jail.
Off I went.....I think I could make out that he was calling me friend and that I was nice...I think he thought it was cool that I didn't treat him like a dirtbag...probably didnt hurt that I turned it to the local latino music radio station in the car.....I cant stand that stuff but I figured why not enjoy some good homeland tunes if your on your way to the joint. I was able to ask in my spanglish what he did for a living and I think he said that he is a cook and makes about 12 bucks an hour.........sad...he started crying again and I could kind of make out that he was asking if he was going to be deported....I said back to him imigration? La migra? and he was like Si Si......I was able to tell him "minyana...magistrado" trying to convey that he would have to talk to the judge in the morning and I think that did the trick......Si .....Si he said yes yes.
The jail is always a pleasant experience......not. I hate that place...I'll spare the details...
Went back to the station and then typed reports for the next 3 hours.....came home jazzed...great night...great friday...then I sat here and typed this for an hour or so.....wanted to get it posted cause I've left you guys hanging for so long....i'm fricken exhausted.....hope you guys enjoyed it....sorry for the novel!
till next time....stay tuned for the next episode of the recruit diaries....
Monday, July 20, 2009
OH hell no!
Couple of interesting past 2 nights. I stayed pretty busy with calls pretty steady all night. Day before yesterday I was doing a foot patrol of a park. My partner and I stumbled across some kids in the park drinking beer....there was about 10 of them. It was one of those things where we were just gonna pour out their beer and scurry them along. We were ID'ing everyone and we got about halfway done and all of a sudden one of the boys let out an excited little yelp and started runnin...I kind of sat there dazed for a moment then I thought to myself....ah hell no! The chase was on....I ran past the school and lost him around a corner out in this side street area. I sat there quietly trying to catch my breath when I heard a loud crack of wood....totally sounded like someone climbing over a wood fence.....well lo and behold a wood fence appeared in front of me....I peaked over and found him hiding in this guys yard......I told him to come out with his hands up or I was sending in my dog (total bluff as I do not have a dog).....he finally gave up.....I was happy to have caught him. So he kind of dug his own grave......he got a Minor in Possession charge and of course an obstruction charge all because he decided to run...what an idiot.
Went to a couple fight calls. One was a party that had just got out of hand.......the kids scurried away like mice when we got there....two ran into some thick thorn bushes...whoops...they got all cut up...go back to the party house and shocking its like no one was home...no one would come to the door and all the lights were turned out....on the back deck total destruction...apparently the fight spilled out onto the second story balcony and the two guys that were fighting apparenly broke the railing like an old western and went tubling down...also a smashed out window.......no "victims...no suspects" etc which means a pretty simple report.
Some traffic stops...got a suspended driver off of a license plate light being burnt out......some speeders etc.
Last night was real busy...call to call to call. Started out with a death investigation. Young gal came home to find that her mom had passed away....kind of sad really. Nothing really suspicious but a lot of prescription drugs were found....the medical examiner came out and I had to move a dead body around....kinda gross but it was relatively fresh...dead weight is really heavy....man those M.E.s have a wierd job....he went to work photographin and movin limbs around etc. Again not my favorite part of the job...hysterical family members etc. Grandpa showed up and just about had a heart attack...we had to call an aid car for him.
Missing dog found....found a stray by someone that called it in. Cute lil thing...I usually dont like Kick Dogs...you know the small scrappy kind but this little fellow was a cutie. Normally I cant do much if they dont have a tag but being a dog owner I really hate it when my dogs have gotten out before......so I placed him in custody and I had my little prisoner on board. He was a fluff ball of white thick fur that looked like a mop. We went for a little ride to the vet clinic...they scanned his butt and came up with an address....I went there with no luck...went back to the clinic and left him there...felt bad but I had no other options I think they were a bit pissed I just dropped him off there but it was there or the street. Sigh......
Wierd guy at the casino...security called said this guy was suspicious as he kept going in and out of the joint carrying a backpack...back and forth to his car etc....showed up there but he was gone but his car was still there...I looked in the window and he had drug paraphernalia everywhere...tin foil for one....they use it to put their dope on it and burn the bottom of it creating a sort of burnt snail mark...also a classic cocaine holder handing from the rear view mirror.......security called later to say that he had returned....we had a chat with him...shocking he has parole history for narcotics trafficing. Is there anything in your backpack thats illegal....no...mind if we check....yeah....hmmm. Didnt have enough to search his bag...gotta love this state when it comes to criminal rights. He had a suspended license but he denied driving there....yeah right. We sat on the car for about an hour waiting for him to drive so we could stop him and then we would get to search the car....to no avail...sigh.
Thats about it...all the other stuff was pretty routine and mundane......back to work tonight..rinse repeat.
Went to a couple fight calls. One was a party that had just got out of hand.......the kids scurried away like mice when we got there....two ran into some thick thorn bushes...whoops...they got all cut up...go back to the party house and shocking its like no one was home...no one would come to the door and all the lights were turned out....on the back deck total destruction...apparently the fight spilled out onto the second story balcony and the two guys that were fighting apparenly broke the railing like an old western and went tubling down...also a smashed out window.......no "victims...no suspects" etc which means a pretty simple report.
Some traffic stops...got a suspended driver off of a license plate light being burnt out......some speeders etc.
Last night was real busy...call to call to call. Started out with a death investigation. Young gal came home to find that her mom had passed away....kind of sad really. Nothing really suspicious but a lot of prescription drugs were found....the medical examiner came out and I had to move a dead body around....kinda gross but it was relatively fresh...dead weight is really heavy....man those M.E.s have a wierd job....he went to work photographin and movin limbs around etc. Again not my favorite part of the job...hysterical family members etc. Grandpa showed up and just about had a heart attack...we had to call an aid car for him.
Missing dog found....found a stray by someone that called it in. Cute lil thing...I usually dont like Kick Dogs...you know the small scrappy kind but this little fellow was a cutie. Normally I cant do much if they dont have a tag but being a dog owner I really hate it when my dogs have gotten out before......so I placed him in custody and I had my little prisoner on board. He was a fluff ball of white thick fur that looked like a mop. We went for a little ride to the vet clinic...they scanned his butt and came up with an address....I went there with no luck...went back to the clinic and left him there...felt bad but I had no other options I think they were a bit pissed I just dropped him off there but it was there or the street. Sigh......
Wierd guy at the casino...security called said this guy was suspicious as he kept going in and out of the joint carrying a backpack...back and forth to his car etc....showed up there but he was gone but his car was still there...I looked in the window and he had drug paraphernalia everywhere...tin foil for one....they use it to put their dope on it and burn the bottom of it creating a sort of burnt snail mark...also a classic cocaine holder handing from the rear view mirror.......security called later to say that he had returned....we had a chat with him...shocking he has parole history for narcotics trafficing. Is there anything in your backpack thats illegal....no...mind if we check....yeah....hmmm. Didnt have enough to search his bag...gotta love this state when it comes to criminal rights. He had a suspended license but he denied driving there....yeah right. We sat on the car for about an hour waiting for him to drive so we could stop him and then we would get to search the car....to no avail...sigh.
Thats about it...all the other stuff was pretty routine and mundane......back to work tonight..rinse repeat.
Friday, July 17, 2009
I'm back
Well guys all I can say is sorry. Its been a long time since I posted on here. I've been really busy lately. Its kind of like working out...once you stop for a little bit its harder and harder to get motivated back into a routine. Anyway. It hasn't been too crazy at work but I'll try and start posting again.
So I got in a Tbone accident...I wont say to much about it other than it sucked. I was running code and well aparently the large police car with crazy large blue flashy bright lights wasnt enough for the person to stop right before tbone'n me. I'm okay but my air bag blasted my computer into my head...luckily I dont have too much brain in there so I was okay....concussion and some bruising. I'll spare you the other details.....still just sucks....even if you are in the right its still bad.
Yesterday I got called in on my day off to work a 15 hour day....man it was long. Pretty exciting though...had a man with a gun call. Someone said he was walking down the road pointing guns at people. Well we got to point our guns at him...turns out it was a stupid bb gun. Those things look like real guns and the guy was lucky he didn't get shot...I tell ya these kids are so stupid sometimes.
The big event of the night was when my partner said that he was behind a stolen car...there has not been too many of those lately...seems to be a downward trend...it was fun to get out my AR15. We put some bad guys in jail...all were convicted felons...one had a huge warrant and the other was driving the car and had a loaded had a loaded handgun in his backpack...bad news for him...he is probably lookin at about 10 years. Of course they denied everything....somehow they magically ended up in a borrowed car that just happened to be stolen......stupid.
OK guys sorry this one is short but I gotta get warmed up again for posting....I'll try and not make these super long or epic anymore...more like a real blog but more often.
peace out homies.
So I got in a Tbone accident...I wont say to much about it other than it sucked. I was running code and well aparently the large police car with crazy large blue flashy bright lights wasnt enough for the person to stop right before tbone'n me. I'm okay but my air bag blasted my computer into my head...luckily I dont have too much brain in there so I was okay....concussion and some bruising. I'll spare you the other details.....still just sucks....even if you are in the right its still bad.
Yesterday I got called in on my day off to work a 15 hour day....man it was long. Pretty exciting though...had a man with a gun call. Someone said he was walking down the road pointing guns at people. Well we got to point our guns at him...turns out it was a stupid bb gun. Those things look like real guns and the guy was lucky he didn't get shot...I tell ya these kids are so stupid sometimes.
The big event of the night was when my partner said that he was behind a stolen car...there has not been too many of those lately...seems to be a downward trend...it was fun to get out my AR15. We put some bad guys in jail...all were convicted felons...one had a huge warrant and the other was driving the car and had a loaded had a loaded handgun in his backpack...bad news for him...he is probably lookin at about 10 years. Of course they denied everything....somehow they magically ended up in a borrowed car that just happened to be stolen......stupid.
OK guys sorry this one is short but I gotta get warmed up again for posting....I'll try and not make these super long or epic anymore...more like a real blog but more often.
peace out homies.
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