Sorry I haven’t posted in a while.
Im trying to work out a system to post more often.
Well things have been relatively quiet. I have answered no serious emergencies lately, which brings out a point about police work I never realized before putting on the badge. Many times a good “hot” call will come out but you miss it because your across the city tied up with something. There have been car chases, foot chases, wanted fugitives, and even a guy who broke into someones house to try and get away from the people beating him up. Did I mention he was gushing blood out of the huge fracture in his skull all over these poor people’s living room. Can you imagine that surprise when you walk into your living room. Well despite all of these things I have spent most of my time driving in circles fighting off sleep.
I did run into a couple of 30yr olds acting like 15 yr olds. How you ask, by going parking (the last sentence should be read while having some one sing “BOW SHICK A BOW WOW” in the back ground. I pulled into a gravel parking lot at the convention center and spotted something way back in the trees. I rolled up and realized it was a car. Well I called out that I was getting out with a suspicious car and began walking toward the car when the man jumped out of the driver’s seat. I yelled at him to get back in the car. I then walked up to see these two thirty year olds sitting there looking very guilty. The man had a suit on but his shirt was untucked and his belt was undone. I asked what they were doing out here and they replied “talking” I almost laughed out loud and asked ohh then why are your pants undone. Surprisingly he decided not to answer I guess he remembered the right to remain silent. After I checked both for warrants I told them that I didn’t really care what they had been doing but if they were talking they could find a better place to do it, and if they were doing something else there was defiantly better places to be doing that. They agreed and moved on. I just wish I could have had an excuse to call their homes Im sure at least one of them was married to someone else. I should have arrested them and let them explain that to their families. Of course they better watch out or they might end up with a funky rash from all that "talking" they were doing.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Another Satisfied Customer
Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.
This last week I had the chance to show that I had learned from my past experiences. Last Saturday I had backed another officer up in dealing with a very drunk person. She put the drunk man into a taxi and sent him home. Well about two hours later I see the same man staggering along the side of the road. Before I tell you how the story ended up let me tell you about a call I answered my second night solo.
March 11th 2007
I was dispatched to a call of a guy passed out in someone’s yard. I got on scene and sure enough this guy was very drunk and very asleep in someone’s yard. Well I woke him up and realized that I actually had met his guy before. I had arrested him for fighting a few months back. Another unit arrived and I told them his name and they went to check him for warrants. He returned clear and as we talked I decided I didn’t really want to put him in my car. Did I mention that he had urinated all over himself? So I asked if he had any money , he responded yes and pulled out a clump of wadded up bills. I summoned him a taxi and sent him on his way home……well almost
About 45 minutes later the call went out that the train had hit someone. My first though was don’t let it be the guy from earlier. I responded to the call and began walking the tracks with the rest of the shift. Eventually an officer found the mans body under a bride about a quarter of a mile from where we had been told he would be. I drove my car to the location and as I parked the officer that had been out earlier came up and said what did Juan have on? My only reaction was to say don’t even joke like that but as I walked toward the body I realized he wasn’t. The emt’s took out the man’s wallet and I instantly knew it was the man from earlier. He had apparently been laying on the tracks when the train came along. It hit him cutting his legs off and tossing his body approximately 10 feet. Apparently the money he showed me added up to a grand total of 4 dollars which got him as far as the railroad tracks. Despite his intoxicated state he managed to walk about half a mile before being hit. This was the first time I was listed in the local paper as “a police department officer” The second time I would be referred to as a local police officer was in the case of the murderer.
Back to our drunk stumbling down the road. I did not want to be listed in the paper again this soon so I got out with the man. I could not perform traditional sobriety test on him because we were standing on the side of a steep hill and he was very drunk. I didn’t want to baby sit a drunk at the hospital after he landed on his face after attempting to stand on one foot. He did fail one test he referred to me as his homeboy about 100 times. Which is not something sober people do. He blew a .236 on the breath test. Despite his begging me to let him go home I took him to jail. Surprisingly he did not thank me for preventing his sudden demise by train, but instead insisted I was the reason that cops get shot.
I guess Law Enforcement isn’t a career where the customer is always right.
This last week I had the chance to show that I had learned from my past experiences. Last Saturday I had backed another officer up in dealing with a very drunk person. She put the drunk man into a taxi and sent him home. Well about two hours later I see the same man staggering along the side of the road. Before I tell you how the story ended up let me tell you about a call I answered my second night solo.
March 11th 2007
I was dispatched to a call of a guy passed out in someone’s yard. I got on scene and sure enough this guy was very drunk and very asleep in someone’s yard. Well I woke him up and realized that I actually had met his guy before. I had arrested him for fighting a few months back. Another unit arrived and I told them his name and they went to check him for warrants. He returned clear and as we talked I decided I didn’t really want to put him in my car. Did I mention that he had urinated all over himself? So I asked if he had any money , he responded yes and pulled out a clump of wadded up bills. I summoned him a taxi and sent him on his way home……well almost
About 45 minutes later the call went out that the train had hit someone. My first though was don’t let it be the guy from earlier. I responded to the call and began walking the tracks with the rest of the shift. Eventually an officer found the mans body under a bride about a quarter of a mile from where we had been told he would be. I drove my car to the location and as I parked the officer that had been out earlier came up and said what did Juan have on? My only reaction was to say don’t even joke like that but as I walked toward the body I realized he wasn’t. The emt’s took out the man’s wallet and I instantly knew it was the man from earlier. He had apparently been laying on the tracks when the train came along. It hit him cutting his legs off and tossing his body approximately 10 feet. Apparently the money he showed me added up to a grand total of 4 dollars which got him as far as the railroad tracks. Despite his intoxicated state he managed to walk about half a mile before being hit. This was the first time I was listed in the local paper as “a police department officer” The second time I would be referred to as a local police officer was in the case of the murderer.
Back to our drunk stumbling down the road. I did not want to be listed in the paper again this soon so I got out with the man. I could not perform traditional sobriety test on him because we were standing on the side of a steep hill and he was very drunk. I didn’t want to baby sit a drunk at the hospital after he landed on his face after attempting to stand on one foot. He did fail one test he referred to me as his homeboy about 100 times. Which is not something sober people do. He blew a .236 on the breath test. Despite his begging me to let him go home I took him to jail. Surprisingly he did not thank me for preventing his sudden demise by train, but instead insisted I was the reason that cops get shot.
I guess Law Enforcement isn’t a career where the customer is always right.
Cowboys and Taterguns
Reality is funnier than fiction!
I must start by saying I am not making this up. Last week the Sheriff’s office got in a chase…..with a horse. I was driving along when suddenly my sergeant posted the message on the computer that the county was in a chase with a horse. Needless to say I quickly flipped to their radio channel to listen to the chase in progress. As they screamed out updated positions you could hear the sound of the horse’s hooves on the concrete. If it hadn’t been the sound of the horse running I probably wouldn’t have believed they were really chasing a horse. I later talked to the officer that chased the horse and he told me what had happened. He had tried to stop the man for being drunk in public. The man responded by kicking his heals into the horse and taking off. The deputies took off running after the horse. The man rode around a house where another deputy ordered him off the horse. The drunken redneck responded by telling them “I aint gettin down your gonna have to shoot me with yur Tater gun.” Unfortunately the deputies did not have a tazer with them or else we might have learned the answer to the question I have been wondering? If you taze a horse will it fall over and crush the suspect? If anyone knows the answer to that question, or better yet has a video, let me know. This guy ended up riding his horse off into the night and getting away. If only they had a “Tater gun”
I must start by saying I am not making this up. Last week the Sheriff’s office got in a chase…..with a horse. I was driving along when suddenly my sergeant posted the message on the computer that the county was in a chase with a horse. Needless to say I quickly flipped to their radio channel to listen to the chase in progress. As they screamed out updated positions you could hear the sound of the horse’s hooves on the concrete. If it hadn’t been the sound of the horse running I probably wouldn’t have believed they were really chasing a horse. I later talked to the officer that chased the horse and he told me what had happened. He had tried to stop the man for being drunk in public. The man responded by kicking his heals into the horse and taking off. The deputies took off running after the horse. The man rode around a house where another deputy ordered him off the horse. The drunken redneck responded by telling them “I aint gettin down your gonna have to shoot me with yur Tater gun.” Unfortunately the deputies did not have a tazer with them or else we might have learned the answer to the question I have been wondering? If you taze a horse will it fall over and crush the suspect? If anyone knows the answer to that question, or better yet has a video, let me know. This guy ended up riding his horse off into the night and getting away. If only they had a “Tater gun”
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