Just Another Day In The Life Of...

Today was a very long day. I got into work at ten thirty the night before and ended up not getting off until one o’clock the following afternoon. When I went into work last night I already knew that is was going to be a long day because I was already scheduled to go to IAD to write a statement in reference to the lying scum bag who excused me and my officers of beating him up and stealing his money. This guy was such an idiot, the guy making the accusation not the guy investigation the allegation. He made his complaint after I gave the order for his dumb ass to be arrested when he refused to leave the inside of the location that was operating well past the time allot for it to still be in operation. Little does he know that bogus complaints don’t frighten me because I do all things open and above board. Not to mention that the people he thought were under cover officer where members of our Community Prosecution and one of them took pictures of everything we did, at every club we went to, that night. And there were nice clear picture of his money when it was placed on the table. Pictures of when I went into banker mood and put all the money in order by denominations, with all the heads of the little presidents facing the same direction (I use to be a teller) and counted it all out in front of him before placing it back into his pocket and having his dumb ass carted off to jail. (Keep in mind that at the time that he made his accusation, on the day in question, he refused to tell me how much money he’d had so I could verify whether or not any was missing. The fat bastard.)
After IAD I was scheduled to go to County Court as a witness regarding an Aggravated Assault with a Deadly Weapon (family violence) arrest that I had made sometime back. I was supposed to be in Court at nine that morning. After Court I was going to go back out to the hospital to sit with my sister for a little while, although that heifer never came to see me while I was in the hospital (I’m just kidding. She wanted to come see me, just as everyone else who loves me wanted too, but I request that they didn’t. I hate to have visitor in the hospital. I like to be left alone and their present we do nothing but serve to depress me. That’s just how my mind works).

Anyway, I ended up not making any of my scheduled appointment on time and it is all due to the fact that I personally on viewed three male suspects as they jumped into a car, driven by a female, as they made attempted to make their get away from a home invasion robbery of an apartment.

It all started off simple enough. I was going into one of the more troubled apartment complexes in my sector. These apartments are actually quite nice but sadly they have some somewhat shady characters residing in them. My evening’s counterpart had informed me that his troops had assisted in running a big drug bust inside of the apartment complex and told me the number of the apartment that was doing the biggest business, so that I could pass it on to my troops (which I did). Around 3:11 that morning I roll into the apartment complex in question, just to see what kind of traffic is going on inside of them. As it happens, there is a car parked on the wrong side, right in front of the leasing office, lights out. I was just about to spot light it when the driver, a heavy set female, turns on the light and drives away. Before she can get out of the complex I have already run her tags, just to make sure they were clear, which they were, so I was gonna let her make it (she hadn’t really done anything anyway).

I was preparing to make my rounds through the complex but before I could, this stupid heifer comes back into the apartment complex. Be aware that my mind has already went to the idea that she had probably dropped somebody off to purchase drugs and was waiting for them to return. Sadly, if she’d only had enough sense to just drive around the block, allow me to make my sweep of the apartments, and then return after I’d left she would have escaped my radar altogether, but the fact that she returned so quickly and decide to back into a space near the front entrance only served to pique my interest even more (did I mention that she was driving one of those older car where the rims cost more than the vehicle itself? In the area that I’m over, nine times out of ten, these types of cars are driven primarily by our local drug dealers and gang bangers). At any rate, I make a u-turn inside of the complex, drove slowly by her car and made like I am driving out of the apartment complex. However, instead of leaving the complex I turn out my lights and park further down from her, in an inconspicuous spot. After waiting for about fifteen minutes I was about to give up and just go approach her vehicle and ask her who she was waiting for in the apartment complex so earlier in the morning (I would have said “late at night”). Before I could make that decision here comes three young men, running from in-between the buildings, two caring little flat screen television set. They all came from around different sides of the apartment but they all jumped into the vehicle being driven by the female. That was enough for me.
As she put the car in gear and was driving out of the apartment complex I was already on the radio, requesting cover on the possible burglary, as I turned on my head lights and was on top of them like R. Kelly on a fourteen year old girl. How come this dumb bitch runs the red light, right in front of me, only cementing my reason for contact? I love my stupid ass criminal and I love my troops. In less than a minute three of my troops, in three different squad cars, where out with me and we made a traffic stop and put all four occupants of the vehicle in cuffs. (This is how loyal my troops are. One of them said he was in the middle of taking a piss when he heard me request cover, stopped in mid-stream, zipped up and was on his way. What? That’s love.)
Long story short, minute after we have affect this arrest and listened to the various lies regard the stolen merchandise, a home invasion robbery comes out from inside of the apartment complex. It is amazing how slowly information is passed from 9-11, to dispatch, to the patrol officer. It turned out that the people they had robbed, one of which was in her ninth month of pregnancy, did not have a phone and had to drive to a pay phone to call the police. If I had not had my nosey drawers on these jokers would have gotten off scot-free.
I love, love, LOVE catching the bad guys. There is no greater feeling in the world than knowing that you have put someone in jail that has victimized another individual. My whole body tingles with the excitement of not only the capture but the chase. The only way I can describe the feeling is that it makes my dick hard. I ain’t playing. Well, it doesn’t literally make my dick hard, and I know some of you bastards will take me literally, but that is the best analogy I can give you. If that doesn’t explain it, than nothing will.
Of course after that everything went down hill, I had a confrontation with the physical evidence lady who didn’t understand why she needed to finger print and take pictures of the offense location if we caught the bad guys with the stolen property (because I said so, bitch. Just do your fucking job). Then out of spite that bitch decides to dust everything in the fucking apartment for prints, which is uncommon. I wanted to put my foot so far up her rear orifice, you have no idea. She made it to the location at 6 and by 8 she is still collecting evidence (I have been on at murder scene where it didn’t take that long for PES to collect evidence). I end up having to leave my female complaint at the scene, request another day’s element to pick her up and transport her to Crimes Against Person so she can make her written statement and I can still get to IAD. How about while enroute to IAD I drive right up on a three car accident on the freeway. I’ll be damned. Of course I can’t roll by the damn thing so I have to stop and wait until some other officers can be dispatched to the scene and work the wreck. Oh, did I tell you that my damn cell phone went dead while I was calling in the offense and arrest reports on the four individuals so I had no means to call anyone to let them know what my hold up was. I ended up getting about six hours of over-time out of the whole ordeal, but all that matters is that we caught some bad guys and put their asses in jail. The sad thing is that they are probably already out and back on the street. No shit. When I tell you our justice system sucks, I ain’t lying.
Just an account of my long ass day at work. Nothing exciting or political.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.