Well another exciting week living the dream. The last two nights have been exciting and the veteran cops keep telling me that as it heats up we will continue to get busier, so I should have lots to blog about.
Thursday
This was the night of crimes in progress. My blue lights got lots of exercise. We had a domestic in progress, a bar fight in progress which was dispatched as five people fighting in the parking lot, a disturbance in progress at the local apartments that are full of sketchy people, a second bar fight at the same bar, a disturbance in progress that turned out to be a drunk trying to fighting everyone in an apartment full of girls. At one point I thought wow this is an exciting Friday night only to look down and realize it was a Thursday.
Friday
We actually had less calls on Friday than Thursday but I have realized that it only takes one good call to make the night one to remember. That call came out at about 3:30am. It was a drunken guy in the parking lot of Kroger. Another officer was sent to the call and I went to back him up. When he arrived on scene he found the guy sanding staring at a parked car in the middle of the parking lot. I found the man who had called in to 911 and he told me that the guy and a friend had gotten out a car and one had gone into Kroger while the other guy began walking the parking lot staring at random things on the ground before walking to the gas station. At the gas station he began (I don’t know how to say this without being crude) humping a metal pole. I actually had to ask the man did he have his pants on, thankful the guy had remained fully clothed. I went into the store to find the friend while my partner stayed with the first guy. I found the guy wandering down an aisle looking very confused. I walked up to him and asked what have you guys been doing. He began answering in a mumbled almost impossible to understand gibberish. This went on for about 30 seconds before he suddenly said "man you’re a police officer" I told him to come with me and he agreed. On the way I said how much weed did yall smoke he, surprisingly clearly for his condition, said "we smoked alot of weed." I got him outside and he continued to make no sense rambling about all sorts of things. At one point he told me that my police car was his. I tried to do field sobriety with him and it turned into a humorous experience trying to explain the testing to a person with an attention span that makes a two year old look mature. He eventually decided that he didn’t want to take the test and tried to walk off. At this point I went ahead and put him under arrest for public intoxication.
Once we had both in handcuffs in the back of our cars things continued to be interesting. My guy kept trying to mess with his shoes so I open the door and reached into the back seat and took them off him to search them. When I told him to put his feet up so I could put his shoes back on he looked up at me with surprise and said “how did those get out there?” The other guy was in the back of the patrol car and he looked at me and told me that the orange sticker was illegal. Of course there was no orange sticker anywhere within view but that didn’t seem to phase him. He also had more to worry about when he started telling us that he was on fire.
We concluded that they were probably under the affect of some other drug as well as the marijuana. We were unable to determine if it was LSD or some kind of Meth but it was clear to see that they were out of their minds. For all of the people that have seen the movie Super Troopers these guys were more messed up than the guys that told his friends that the snozberries taste like snozberries. Don’t worry the story does not end there the fun continued at the jail.
When we got them to the jail they were stripped searched because of the fact that drugs were involved. My guy cooperated and followed instructions. However when they got to the portion of the test requiring him to take two fingers put them in his mouth and pull his cheeks apart he seemed to have troubles. He first stuck a finger in his mouth and sucked on it then when we told him again what had to be done he looked like he understood and then proceeded to shove his finger as far up his nose as is humanly possible. At this point I lost all professional composure and ran out of the room cracking up. I laughed so hard that I cried.
These guys were so high they probably won’t remember any of it. Which is good especially for the one guy who decided to fight at the jail and got tazed. He is gonna be real surprised when he comes to in the morning in the restraint chair hurting all over and charged with felony obstruction of an officer.
Needless to say these are not the sharpest tacks in the box. But at one point one of them made my night when he leaned forward and licked the plexiglass barrier between the seats. Unfortunately he was unable to tell us if the snozberries do taste like snozberries.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
The Sweet Smell of Success
Well the last couple of days have been relatively boring.
Tonight I was assigned to our new DUI detail. Apparently we havent been getting enough DUI's so they are devoting two officers to this task every night. Rookie Gump got picked for the first night ( a Wednesday not prime dui hunting season). I spent the last five hours driving a loop through the city hitting all of the bars trying to spot someone to stop. I realized that it is funny how the forbidden fruit is so plentiful, by this I mean this whole week i have hardly stopped any cars and just cant find something good and easy like a headlight out. Tonight when I was supposed to be stopping only drunks it seemed like every other car had a light out. I guess that is just the way it is.
I did have one thing of interest yesterday. I answered a call of a disturbance in progress at a very well known apartment complex.
*a note about the term disturbance in progress, this can be anything from two people disagreeing over paying for something all the way up to 30 people in a parking lot with guns knives bazookas or even a small nuclear weapon. This is a very common call for us and serves as the catch all for dispatch. Anything they dont know how to label becomes a disturbance.*
This turned out to be a fight between three men. When i arrive i only find one guy who has been beaten up. Talking to the man he was less than cooperative, he gave me almost no information about the attackers and seemed very eager for me to leave. I soon learned why this model citizen seemed uncomfortable talking to me. He had three warrants on him, one from acworth one from kennesaw and one from Tacoma Washington.
*a note on how warrants work. (wow your learning alot today) When the computer shows a warrant the dispatcher has to send a message to the agency that has the warrant to see if it is still valid and they wish for you to arrest on it. You cant arrest on a warrant until it is confirmed and they say they want to place a hold. *
This man already seemed ready to fight and now I had to stall while they confirmed if they would want him. As my partner said I acted like the dumbest cop in the world. I asked him every question like three times. He finally said " I already told you this five times I dont want to talk about it anymore" but continuing my academy award performance I simply responded "wait Im confused I just need to get a little more information for my report, can we start back at the beginning." Needless to say I was very happy when they finally confirmed the warrants and much to my surprise Washington State wanted to come get him. He later told me it was for stealing a car. So at the end of the day this guy got beat up and taken to jail on three warrants. Guess when it rains it pours.
This call makes me think back to my other great acting debut.
Back in December I answered a call to a house that makes frequent calls for service. This night the call was that the woman was complaining about her neighbors generator making noise. I should have known something was up when the dispatcher dispatched the call then called my training officers cell phone to talk with him about it, but dumb old rookie me didnt see it coming. I arrived on scene and thought well I dont hear a generator I guess they turned it off. I started walking to the door when the bottom dropped out and rain began pouring down on us. I knocked on the door and an older lady in a housecoat open it and said "come in, come in." Being glad to get out of the rain I stepped in to talk to the woman and that is when it hit me. The most God awful stench of stale cat urine you could ever imagine. The smell took your breath away. As soon as I stepped into the house the woman started walking into another room "come in here this is where you can hear it really well." My mind fighting through the fog of the cat urine assault made the fateful decision to follow her. Next thing I know the three of us my training officer the woman and I are all packed into this tiny space cleared in an utterly filthy bedroom. The temperature seemed to be hovering around 100 making the urine smell even more enjoyable. The woman set on the bed and said "come sit here so you can hear it." Thankfully my mind cleared from the fog of urine enough for me to stammer out "ahh no thanks ill be fine right here." The woman began telling me about how her neighbors had a generator and they were shooting wires into her house. She said that the wires made a sound like crickets and that some times she could hear talking over the wires. I was quickly realizing I had to find a way out of here because she wasnt going to leave without something good to tell her. In a moment of desperation picturing myself having to Taze an old woman as she fought to keep me in this dungeon of Cat Pee and dirty clothes it came to me. I turned to her with my most official sounding voice "Maam since the problems involve wires that is going to be a utility company problem. I will leave a note for them in the morning telling them to drive by and check the wires." She seemed shocked "youll do that for me? Your so nice your the nicest police officer that has ever been out here." "Im just doing my job" I assured her as I almost ran out the door.
Ahh the sweet smell of success ....or is that just Cat urine still soaked into my uniform?
This reminds me I need to get around to looking up what part of the power company handles the wires making talking cricket noises.
Tonight I was assigned to our new DUI detail. Apparently we havent been getting enough DUI's so they are devoting two officers to this task every night. Rookie Gump got picked for the first night ( a Wednesday not prime dui hunting season). I spent the last five hours driving a loop through the city hitting all of the bars trying to spot someone to stop. I realized that it is funny how the forbidden fruit is so plentiful, by this I mean this whole week i have hardly stopped any cars and just cant find something good and easy like a headlight out. Tonight when I was supposed to be stopping only drunks it seemed like every other car had a light out. I guess that is just the way it is.
I did have one thing of interest yesterday. I answered a call of a disturbance in progress at a very well known apartment complex.
*a note about the term disturbance in progress, this can be anything from two people disagreeing over paying for something all the way up to 30 people in a parking lot with guns knives bazookas or even a small nuclear weapon. This is a very common call for us and serves as the catch all for dispatch. Anything they dont know how to label becomes a disturbance.*
This turned out to be a fight between three men. When i arrive i only find one guy who has been beaten up. Talking to the man he was less than cooperative, he gave me almost no information about the attackers and seemed very eager for me to leave. I soon learned why this model citizen seemed uncomfortable talking to me. He had three warrants on him, one from acworth one from kennesaw and one from Tacoma Washington.
*a note on how warrants work. (wow your learning alot today) When the computer shows a warrant the dispatcher has to send a message to the agency that has the warrant to see if it is still valid and they wish for you to arrest on it. You cant arrest on a warrant until it is confirmed and they say they want to place a hold. *
This man already seemed ready to fight and now I had to stall while they confirmed if they would want him. As my partner said I acted like the dumbest cop in the world. I asked him every question like three times. He finally said " I already told you this five times I dont want to talk about it anymore" but continuing my academy award performance I simply responded "wait Im confused I just need to get a little more information for my report, can we start back at the beginning." Needless to say I was very happy when they finally confirmed the warrants and much to my surprise Washington State wanted to come get him. He later told me it was for stealing a car. So at the end of the day this guy got beat up and taken to jail on three warrants. Guess when it rains it pours.
This call makes me think back to my other great acting debut.
Back in December I answered a call to a house that makes frequent calls for service. This night the call was that the woman was complaining about her neighbors generator making noise. I should have known something was up when the dispatcher dispatched the call then called my training officers cell phone to talk with him about it, but dumb old rookie me didnt see it coming. I arrived on scene and thought well I dont hear a generator I guess they turned it off. I started walking to the door when the bottom dropped out and rain began pouring down on us. I knocked on the door and an older lady in a housecoat open it and said "come in, come in." Being glad to get out of the rain I stepped in to talk to the woman and that is when it hit me. The most God awful stench of stale cat urine you could ever imagine. The smell took your breath away. As soon as I stepped into the house the woman started walking into another room "come in here this is where you can hear it really well." My mind fighting through the fog of the cat urine assault made the fateful decision to follow her. Next thing I know the three of us my training officer the woman and I are all packed into this tiny space cleared in an utterly filthy bedroom. The temperature seemed to be hovering around 100 making the urine smell even more enjoyable. The woman set on the bed and said "come sit here so you can hear it." Thankfully my mind cleared from the fog of urine enough for me to stammer out "ahh no thanks ill be fine right here." The woman began telling me about how her neighbors had a generator and they were shooting wires into her house. She said that the wires made a sound like crickets and that some times she could hear talking over the wires. I was quickly realizing I had to find a way out of here because she wasnt going to leave without something good to tell her. In a moment of desperation picturing myself having to Taze an old woman as she fought to keep me in this dungeon of Cat Pee and dirty clothes it came to me. I turned to her with my most official sounding voice "Maam since the problems involve wires that is going to be a utility company problem. I will leave a note for them in the morning telling them to drive by and check the wires." She seemed shocked "youll do that for me? Your so nice your the nicest police officer that has ever been out here." "Im just doing my job" I assured her as I almost ran out the door.
Ahh the sweet smell of success ....or is that just Cat urine still soaked into my uniform?
This reminds me I need to get around to looking up what part of the power company handles the wires making talking cricket noises.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Catching a Murderer
CATCHING A MURDERER April 14th 2007
I was supposed to be on the east side of the city but I had forgotten my lunch box back at the police department. I was driving back to get it when I saw a "shots fired" call come up on our in-car computers. Despite how exciting one of these calls sounds they are rarely anything more than an old person calling in to say they think they heard gunshots in the area. I fully intended to keep driving on to get my lunch when I heard dispatch come over the radio calling the two sector one units. "Units be in route to the area of Felice street in reference to shots fired. We can hear people screaming in the phone and it sounds like someone saying that a man has been shot." Needless to say this caught my attention and I advised dispatch that I would be responding with the units. I was close with the call occurring less than a mile from my location. I had just turned northbound headed toward the call when Dispatch again came over the radio "Units responding be advised the suspect fled the scene in a black and gold ford explorer." Only seconds later I saw a car matching that description come around the curve going southbound. I immediately got on the radio and advised the other officers that I had spotted it. I whipped my car around and sped up to close the distance between my car and the explorer. there was one car in between it and me, but I was able to see the explorer make a left hand turn and head eastward. I passed the car in front of me and followed the explorer turning left. I closed in behind the vehicle and advised the other units of my location. My mind was running a million miles an hour trying to tell everyone where I was while watching the vehicle and trying to wait for backup so I could light him up. I followed the explorer through a couple of turns and then he made a fateful decision. He turned left and came to a halt behind a car stopped at a railroad crossing for a train. I came to a stop and announced on the radio " he is stopped for the train Im gonna light him up." I jumped out of my car and noticed another police unit pull up behind me. I was still paranoid that this might not be the suspect's car so I didnt draw my weapon, however I did tell the driver to put his hands out the window, which was down. I told the driver twice to put his hands out the window and then in what seemed like slow motion the car began turning toward me . I drew my pistol and began screaming for the driver to stop the car. When the car passed within five feet of me the driver looked me in the eye as I had a gun pointed at his face and said "Your gonna have to shoot me." He then aimed the car straight at the officer behind me and I thought he was gonna hit him. I came within an inch of shooting the driver to stop him from hitting the officer he was aiming at, but at the last second I thought that if I had fired and the rounds missed it would have struck the officer or the third police car that was pulling up. As it turned out the officer managed to jump out of the way at the last second and the suspect raced around the police cars and back onto the road northbound. One of the officers began yelling 10-80 which is code for a chase and we all jumped in our cars and took off after him. We chased him about a mile until the road comes to a weird intersection where you can go straight or go off at an angle to the right. The suspect and the first units (yes I was at the back of the chase cause it took me the longest to get turned around) went straight so I went right betting that the suspect would take a right up ahead. I was kind of right because the suspect did attempt to make the right turn I predicted but he failed to take into account the fact that the roads were slick from recent rains. The result was his vehicle left the road and rolled over and down an embankment before coming to rest in a parking lot at the bottom. The first unit chasing him lost sight of him and continued down the road while the second turned into the parking lot he landed in. I slid to a stop as the second officer jumped from his vehicle. I drew my pistol and began approaching the car when the other officer yelled "He's running" I looked up and he was running down the side of the factory headed for the back. I took off after him with three other officers. I ran as fast as I could and It felt like fast than I ever have before. As I approached the rear of the business the first police car that had driven by the wreck turned around and came down the road cutting the suspect off from climbing the fence at the back of the factory. He began running back toward me but was up on the embankment. I honestly thought i dont know how I'm gonna get up there and then I ran up the side (which on any other day I would have fallen down in the most ungraceful way). This brought me almost face to face with the suspect who had slowed to a walk. The other officer had gotten out of her car and was behind him screaming for him to get on the ground. She saw me in front of him and screamed "TAZE HIM!" I reached for my tazer and tried to draw it from its holster but couldnt get it out I yanked again and it finally came free. By this time the suspect was perhaps four feet away and I fired the tazer. I heard the pop and saw the darts hit him in the chest and though how long is this going to take to work and then next thing I knew he was laying on the concrete in front of me. The other officers ran up and began struggling to get his arms behind him, they managed to get one but he fought over putting the second one behind his back. I yelled for him to put his hands behind his back and when he refused I pulled the trigger again and gave him another five second burst of the tazer. He finally complied and was handcuffed.
About this time we hear the officers that went to the scene of the shooting screaming on the radio for EMS to hurry up because they have a male with two gunshot wounds to the chest.
We also called EMS to come check out the suspect who was complaining of chest pain and was skinned up from sliding on the road when I tazed him. They transported him to the hospital and we came to find out he had a broken collar bone, broken ribs, a damaged pelvis, and a collapsed lung.
Later in the morning we were told that the victim died while in surgery.
We learned that apparently the two men were friends and had been smoking meth together when they began arguing. The suspect said he couldnt take it anymore so he pulled out the gun and shot him point blank in the chest. The gun was later recovered under a car where he had thrown it just before wrecking his car.
This is a perfect example of how drugs can make you do some super-human things. The suspect crashed his car, received those extensive injuries, was thrown from his car, and yet managed to get up and run at a dead sprint and almost climb a fence before finally being tased not once but twice. Just blows my mind.
I was supposed to be on the east side of the city but I had forgotten my lunch box back at the police department. I was driving back to get it when I saw a "shots fired" call come up on our in-car computers. Despite how exciting one of these calls sounds they are rarely anything more than an old person calling in to say they think they heard gunshots in the area. I fully intended to keep driving on to get my lunch when I heard dispatch come over the radio calling the two sector one units. "Units be in route to the area of Felice street in reference to shots fired. We can hear people screaming in the phone and it sounds like someone saying that a man has been shot." Needless to say this caught my attention and I advised dispatch that I would be responding with the units. I was close with the call occurring less than a mile from my location. I had just turned northbound headed toward the call when Dispatch again came over the radio "Units responding be advised the suspect fled the scene in a black and gold ford explorer." Only seconds later I saw a car matching that description come around the curve going southbound. I immediately got on the radio and advised the other officers that I had spotted it. I whipped my car around and sped up to close the distance between my car and the explorer. there was one car in between it and me, but I was able to see the explorer make a left hand turn and head eastward. I passed the car in front of me and followed the explorer turning left. I closed in behind the vehicle and advised the other units of my location. My mind was running a million miles an hour trying to tell everyone where I was while watching the vehicle and trying to wait for backup so I could light him up. I followed the explorer through a couple of turns and then he made a fateful decision. He turned left and came to a halt behind a car stopped at a railroad crossing for a train. I came to a stop and announced on the radio " he is stopped for the train Im gonna light him up." I jumped out of my car and noticed another police unit pull up behind me. I was still paranoid that this might not be the suspect's car so I didnt draw my weapon, however I did tell the driver to put his hands out the window, which was down. I told the driver twice to put his hands out the window and then in what seemed like slow motion the car began turning toward me . I drew my pistol and began screaming for the driver to stop the car. When the car passed within five feet of me the driver looked me in the eye as I had a gun pointed at his face and said "Your gonna have to shoot me." He then aimed the car straight at the officer behind me and I thought he was gonna hit him. I came within an inch of shooting the driver to stop him from hitting the officer he was aiming at, but at the last second I thought that if I had fired and the rounds missed it would have struck the officer or the third police car that was pulling up. As it turned out the officer managed to jump out of the way at the last second and the suspect raced around the police cars and back onto the road northbound. One of the officers began yelling 10-80 which is code for a chase and we all jumped in our cars and took off after him. We chased him about a mile until the road comes to a weird intersection where you can go straight or go off at an angle to the right. The suspect and the first units (yes I was at the back of the chase cause it took me the longest to get turned around) went straight so I went right betting that the suspect would take a right up ahead. I was kind of right because the suspect did attempt to make the right turn I predicted but he failed to take into account the fact that the roads were slick from recent rains. The result was his vehicle left the road and rolled over and down an embankment before coming to rest in a parking lot at the bottom. The first unit chasing him lost sight of him and continued down the road while the second turned into the parking lot he landed in. I slid to a stop as the second officer jumped from his vehicle. I drew my pistol and began approaching the car when the other officer yelled "He's running" I looked up and he was running down the side of the factory headed for the back. I took off after him with three other officers. I ran as fast as I could and It felt like fast than I ever have before. As I approached the rear of the business the first police car that had driven by the wreck turned around and came down the road cutting the suspect off from climbing the fence at the back of the factory. He began running back toward me but was up on the embankment. I honestly thought i dont know how I'm gonna get up there and then I ran up the side (which on any other day I would have fallen down in the most ungraceful way). This brought me almost face to face with the suspect who had slowed to a walk. The other officer had gotten out of her car and was behind him screaming for him to get on the ground. She saw me in front of him and screamed "TAZE HIM!" I reached for my tazer and tried to draw it from its holster but couldnt get it out I yanked again and it finally came free. By this time the suspect was perhaps four feet away and I fired the tazer. I heard the pop and saw the darts hit him in the chest and though how long is this going to take to work and then next thing I knew he was laying on the concrete in front of me. The other officers ran up and began struggling to get his arms behind him, they managed to get one but he fought over putting the second one behind his back. I yelled for him to put his hands behind his back and when he refused I pulled the trigger again and gave him another five second burst of the tazer. He finally complied and was handcuffed.
About this time we hear the officers that went to the scene of the shooting screaming on the radio for EMS to hurry up because they have a male with two gunshot wounds to the chest.
We also called EMS to come check out the suspect who was complaining of chest pain and was skinned up from sliding on the road when I tazed him. They transported him to the hospital and we came to find out he had a broken collar bone, broken ribs, a damaged pelvis, and a collapsed lung.
Later in the morning we were told that the victim died while in surgery.
We learned that apparently the two men were friends and had been smoking meth together when they began arguing. The suspect said he couldnt take it anymore so he pulled out the gun and shot him point blank in the chest. The gun was later recovered under a car where he had thrown it just before wrecking his car.
This is a perfect example of how drugs can make you do some super-human things. The suspect crashed his car, received those extensive injuries, was thrown from his car, and yet managed to get up and run at a dead sprint and almost climb a fence before finally being tased not once but twice. Just blows my mind.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Starting at the beginning
I was sitting here in the police car trying to decide how to begin this. Should I start at the beginning or with the events of last night? I will guess I will just have to post both events.
I will start with the first arrest I ever made.
THE ARMY JACKET November 2006
My training officer and I responded to a call of a suicidal man on the west side of town. We arrived on scene and knocked on the door. We were greeted by a VERY drunk middle aged man wearing sweat pants and an army jacket. We began talking to the man and he said he had been drinking and needed to go to the hospital. We told him EMS was coming and then began talking to pass the time. My partner an avid war buff said hey nice army jacket is it yours from the army. He said yes, i had it in the war. My partner asked oh when did you get out of the army to which the man looked at us and said 1949. at this time we realized the man might not be playing with a full deck of cards, considering he didnt appear to be over 45 years old. We kept talking to him and we went inside to try and find him some shoes to wear to the hospital. We found a pair of slip on shoes and brought them to him. He took one look at them and said i cant wear those, they belong to the gay black man. We with obvious surprise said who is the gay black man? He told us in a drunken slur that a gay black man lived with him but that he had ran away to Atlanta and wasnt coming back. To answer the question we all had the man proceeded to stammer and slur out the statement " ohh I'm heeeeterrroo.....umm not gay." (proving that the word heterosexual should be included in all sobriety test, cause when your drunk it just wont come out)
Well old boy finally was picked up by EMS and we thought we were rid of him, until about 30 minutes later when we received a call from the hospital to come assist their security in finding a white male in an army jacket. It turns out when he got to the hospital he didnt want to go inside so he ran and jumped in a parked ambulance and said "take me home." they of course refused and the poor fellow was forced to set out on foot. We searched around the hospital grounds and found him hiding behind a power box. Despite his repeated and very polite asking that we take him home we took him to jail instead for public intoxication. But he did have a really nice army jacket.
I will start with the first arrest I ever made.
THE ARMY JACKET November 2006
My training officer and I responded to a call of a suicidal man on the west side of town. We arrived on scene and knocked on the door. We were greeted by a VERY drunk middle aged man wearing sweat pants and an army jacket. We began talking to the man and he said he had been drinking and needed to go to the hospital. We told him EMS was coming and then began talking to pass the time. My partner an avid war buff said hey nice army jacket is it yours from the army. He said yes, i had it in the war. My partner asked oh when did you get out of the army to which the man looked at us and said 1949. at this time we realized the man might not be playing with a full deck of cards, considering he didnt appear to be over 45 years old. We kept talking to him and we went inside to try and find him some shoes to wear to the hospital. We found a pair of slip on shoes and brought them to him. He took one look at them and said i cant wear those, they belong to the gay black man. We with obvious surprise said who is the gay black man? He told us in a drunken slur that a gay black man lived with him but that he had ran away to Atlanta and wasnt coming back. To answer the question we all had the man proceeded to stammer and slur out the statement " ohh I'm heeeeterrroo.....umm not gay." (proving that the word heterosexual should be included in all sobriety test, cause when your drunk it just wont come out)
Well old boy finally was picked up by EMS and we thought we were rid of him, until about 30 minutes later when we received a call from the hospital to come assist their security in finding a white male in an army jacket. It turns out when he got to the hospital he didnt want to go inside so he ran and jumped in a parked ambulance and said "take me home." they of course refused and the poor fellow was forced to set out on foot. We searched around the hospital grounds and found him hiding behind a power box. Despite his repeated and very polite asking that we take him home we took him to jail instead for public intoxication. But he did have a really nice army jacket.
Here we go.
After some bugging by my good friend Ron I started this blog to share my stories of my adventures as a police officer. This is a nature extention of the fact that I love being a Cop and (as my wife can atest to) also love to talk about it. Cut me a little slack I'm living out a dream that I've had since I was five, so can you blame me for being a little excitied.
A little back ground information:
Im a Police officer for a medium size city in Northwest Georgia. (if you know me at all you know where I work, Im just being vague on the off chance that someone with no life stumbles on this site) We have about 100 sworn officers at my department. I have been on the streets for approximatly five months with a little over a month of that being on my own with no training officer.
I will try to post whenever something entertaining happens. If I start slipping it is your job to call me at home and nag me to post more (ask my wife that is the only way to get me to do anything)
A little back ground information:
Im a Police officer for a medium size city in Northwest Georgia. (if you know me at all you know where I work, Im just being vague on the off chance that someone with no life stumbles on this site) We have about 100 sworn officers at my department. I have been on the streets for approximatly five months with a little over a month of that being on my own with no training officer.
I will try to post whenever something entertaining happens. If I start slipping it is your job to call me at home and nag me to post more (ask my wife that is the only way to get me to do anything)
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