Lies, Lies and more Lies.

Merry Christmas, my wonderful blog family. I know it has been a life time since I have lasted posted so I'm not sure if any of you will even see this, but I think it's time.

"Life for me ain't been no crystal stairs..." Who said that? I could google it, but it not big of a deal, but trust me when I say, "Life for me, with the Police Department, ain't been no crystal stairs." Here's the story, and I'll try to keep it brief:

Back in March, Sgt. Lupe and myself go downtown to eat. The place she chose is close so we head towards my ole standby, IHOP. En route a car runs a red light and Sgt. Lupe, who I am following, decides to stop it. This is poignant, because Sgt. Lupe does not normally perform traffic stops. I cover her and it just so happens this is at an hour where all the clubs have let out and people are finding that their cars have been broken into. They flag us down, I inform them that we will be with them as soon as we finish with the traffic stop. They catch an attitude. Whatever.

While Sgt. Lupe is writing the citation, I am standing to the side of her car, keeping an eye out on the drive and all of the activity going on as well. While doing so a group of people come over to me and say that a guy is getting beat up and choked out in the middle of the street by three other guys. I, of course, go to investigate (because I see a crowd but no fight). As I am crossing the street the people that informed me of the incident point out the three guys that allegedly just beat someone down are getting into a car and trying to leave. I see the car and I see three people getting into it. I make it across the street before the front seat passenger can get completely into the car and shout at them. The Driver sees me, throws the vehicle into reverse and jump back, the passenger side door just barely catching my left knee.

The car speeds out of the parking lot, and my dumb ass chases after it, on foot, while yelling into the radio. I chase the car for about three block (traffic was congested) and the damn guy wrecks into a cab and an SUV. At this point I'm thinking that the suspect are going to bail, which is the normal protocol for bad guys, but nope, just as I am gain ground I see their car drive off and I am back in a foot chase with a car (which is like bringing a knife to a gun fight). However, as luck would have it, a squad car comes barrelling down the street just as the bad guys are going up the ramp to the freeway. I was trying to get the baddies, but once they made the freeway I was out of it.

Felony traffic stop is performed on the freeway. I am tired and asked for someone to give me a lift as I Homer Simpson my way over to where the accident occurred. Sgt. Lupe picks me up so I tell her to take me on the freeway instead. She does. I find the driver. Yell at him for trying to run me down. He is put in a squad car where is is tazed by a k-9 officer. Another sergeant, who is still down town finds the guy they beat up. Three baddies go to jail. Media comes out, I tell them what happen. It doesn't make the paper. We get everything situated. Sgt. Lupe takes me to my car and we go eat.

Fast forward to April. At work, beginning of the shift. I and later Sgt Lupe, get pulled into to be talked to by our Lieutenant (a man with the back bone of a garden snake). He informs me that I was caught on tape, putting my flashlight up to the driver of the guy who was arrested chin and I was not only being investigated by being re-assigned until the investigation is over. What the hell. The allegation would change several times. It went from flash light under the guys chin, to choking the guy with my flash light to me choking the guy with my flash light and also kneeing him.

Okay, I know how some of you good people feel about police and with good reason. However, this is not me. In my eleven years on the force I have never choked or used my flashlight as an impact weapon. Hell, I don't even use my asp. And I have never kneed anyone either, even though it is an acceptable use of force. So I tell my Lieutenant that this is a lie. I was there and I want to see the tape, because I know what I did and did not do out in the field. He says that he has already sent it up to IAD. Whatever.

We, Sgt. Lupe and I, eventually get to see the tape and like I said. None of the crap they accuse me of is on the tape. However this does not stop it from making the visual and paper news. Sgt. Lupe and the K-9 officer that tazed the kid, get their pictures shown on both, I just get my name said and a black out line (what kind of crap is that). It turns out that an officer that Sgt. Lupe complained on for not pulling his weight the day of the arrest got his feeling hurt and concocted this story of police brutality. No, the kid who was suppose to have been beaten up never filed a complaint.

It bears mentioning that the officer who started all this crap to moving first made two incident reports. The first just tells about the kid who was tazed being combative and having to be tazed by the K-9 officer. After he is spoken to about not pulling his weight, he decided to right another incident report (three days later) that stated that the kid had been tazed and that Sgt. Lupe had told the kid (he was twenty three years old) to "take it like a man". (What she actually said was "Take it. Take it.") I didn't hear her say it but it was on the tape. No mention of me choking or doing anything else to the kid. This is an important fact, because it is this fat ass officer who is the only one who will later swear that he saw me choke the guy with my flash light. Oh, and get this, once the investigation was over and I get to read all the statements, the bastard was asked why he didn't put the fact that I'd choked the kid with my flashlight into this second report. His answer, "because i did not remember it until I saw it on tape".

Just so you know, the reality of what was on the tape is that you see me grab the kid by the collar, flashlight in my right hand, and tell him to, "Shut the hell up!" How they managed to blow that up into something else is beyond me. Months later I was exonerated. Thank you God. and I will be going back to patrol in January. I'm not looking forward to going back to patrol, but because of some shadiness in Communication I opted to leave there.

I love my job, but the back biting and underhandedness of the people in power is unbelievable.

Oh, and before I go, it might be worth mentioning that Officer Fat ass, who was oh so offended by the misuse of force exhibited by Sgt. Lupe and myself, to the point of reporting it to a sergeant the he knew disliked Sgt. Lupe and myself (that is why it took him three days to make the complaint. He had to wait for said sergeant to come back to work). Anyway, a month later Officer fat ass was caught on tape stepping his fat ass on to the back of a prisoner. He was put on restricted duty while that was being investigated.

I love poetic justice.

Anyway, life is good but police life has been hell. I hope everyone is doing good and keeping out of trouble. I'm a facebook kind of guy now so come be my friend there.

Peace, love and hair grease.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace

(This was wrote on the fly so excuse any spelling or grammatical mistakes).

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEOS

Okay, it is the last day of August and though I know this is officially the time in August where the Virgos take over, I still needed to take some time to say Happy Birthday to my fellow Leos. After all, let's face it, the majority of August belongs to us.

I hope you all had a wonderful and blessed birthday. Mines was awesome. I actually got a Wii for my birthday. Can you believe that. A Wii. It was from my good friend. You know, the one who gave me a two hundred dollar gift certification, to an art supply store, for Christmas last year. I love the Wii, but the gift in itself drives me crazy. I can't afford to give such gifts. WTF. LOL. I know that makes me seem ungrateful, but I promise you that I am not.

Anyway, another year older and none the wiser. I have, however, decided on a whole new life style change. I have started working out. Slowly at first, just twenty or so minutes a day, until it becomes routine. I have also made an effort to start eating better. No fast food in two weeks! Do you know how hard that is, working deep nights, when pratically everything edible and open is a fast food place. Plus, they give it too you for FREE. Still, I have been good. Except when people bring sweets. I just can't turn those bad boys down. But I am trying. I have giving it thirty days, to see it their is any change in my weight or my body; because sometime I swear I look into the mirror and see a black Homer Simpson (and that ain't cute).

I am also taking an illustration class at one of the Community Colleges. Tomorrow will be day three of the class. So, I took off tonight to clean my house, because I am sick of living like a Oscar Madison. There is no excuse for it. It has been five hours of cleaning and I have not made a dent. Can you believe that crap? I only took a break to write this blog, if anyone is even still keep up with my triffling ass. LOL.

Oh, and guess what else I got for my birthday. I was so happy. I know most people don't like them, but I love the idea of having a bunch. That's right. A grey hair. I found a grey hair last week. I could not believe it. Finally. Sadly, it was in my pubic area, which, once again, ain't cute. I swear that little bastard must have popped up over night, because it was not their the day before. So, there it sits, all alone, like the one white guy at the million man march. What up with that.

Anyway, love you all. Thanks for the support. Still awaiting word on my situation. I'v already been to the Grand Jury to testify against the guy. They True Billed him, which is a good thing, but the kid is only twenty-two years old. I don't want his whole life ruined just because of a stupid choice he made. We all make those, right?

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Did I See What I Saw?

Have you ever accidentally caught someone doing something that they you wish you would not have seen? Something that traumatized you so that you know it will be a minute before you can ever look at that person again the same way. You know, like walking in on your parents having sex. I remember when I was little and walked in on my mom and step-father having sex. Thank God I was to naive to actually know what was going on until my step-father threw the shit in my face (I've told this story). Other than that, I don't think I have ever really walked in on anyone doing anything unusual or that was meant to be done behind close door. Oh, wait a minute. When I was in the first grade and we lived in a one bath room house, i walked in on my oldest sister trying to pee standing up. LOL. True story.

Now, I do remember when I was in high school and having someone catching me masturbating. How embarrassing is that? It was my own fault, because who the hell masturbates in the back of a newspaper truck, while delivering papers? In my own defense, I was young and had just discovered the joys of masturbation. Too much information, I know. LOL. Anyway, thank goodness soon after the guy stopped going to our church. LOL. This is a horrible story....moving right along.

Anyway, the other day at work I saw my co-worker doing something that I wish I hadn't. The one thing I know for sure she was doing and the other I am not one hundred on. Which is why I posted the above picture, to show that looks can be deceiving).

Okay, so on my Friday, it was just me and Sgt. Raven working. Sgt. Raven is this cocky little white girl, who just promoted to sergeant about six months ago. I like Sgt. Raven, although she is a bit of a snake, so I keep her at arms link. When she was promoted they sent her directly to Communications (dispatch), which is where Sgt. Lupe and myself were sent when our deal made the papers (Still not ready to share the story until it is all over).

In the dispatch room they have set up two work stations for the supervisors. Each work station consist of six terminals. Three to monitors calls, officers and stuff. Once to listen to the radio, if we have too and one to get on-line, check mail and stuff. Now, the last terminal I spoke about is set up in such away that they are on the right of the main terminals. Which means, if I am setting at the first work station my back partially too Sgt. Raven, if I am playing on the computer. Where as, she is pointed more towards me, if she is playing on her terminal. Got it? Sort of?

Okay, so its a slow night and I have spent the majority of the night watching old Degrassi Junior High shows, on YouTube (keep your comments to yourself). About six hours into our shift I turn my head say something to Sgt. Raven and what do I see. The woman has her right hand down her pants! DOWN HER PANTS! (Past the wrist). Do you realize how hard it is to get your hand down the front of you pants, while wearing a gun belt and an under belt? (The under belt is use to aid in holding up the gun belt.) What the Hell? I am addressing her, as I turn my head, so she tries to snatch (no pun intended) her hand out, before I can catch her. Too, late.

So, gentleman that I am, I play like I didn't just bare witness to this shit and say whatever it was I had to say to her in the first place. Then I turn my head back towards my show. As I am turning my attention back to Degrassi I see, out of the corner of my eye, the chick take a swiff of her fingers. SAY WHAT?

Okay, so I am not for sure that she was smelling her fingers but let me just say this. She played the same hand that she had in her pants, under her nose, and didn't even have the decency to play like she had an itch or a booger or something.

WOW! Who does that? Seriously, can someone please explain that mess to me. I couldn't have been an itch, because she could have scratched without going inside the waistband and if it was that serious, she could have just went to the ladies room. I pray her ass was not playing with herself, because that's just wrong. We are out in the open, people. We are not talking about individual offices her.

So, anyway, I am in shock. I have been traumatized. Am I over reacting. Is this normal female behavior that I have just never noticed before?

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.

Rest In Peace

I know it's been a while and I have been hopefully laxed in my blogging, but I promise you that I am still here. I also promise that as soon as the ordeal that lead me to be being taken off the street is complete, I will share the story with you. Until then.......DID YA'LL KNOW THAT MICHAEL JACKSON DIED? No, seriously, the brother passed a way. Yeah, I know, I'm still in shock my damn self.

So, anyway, I was thinking about it and I decided that any artist, worth his salt, would do some type of drawing of Michael Jackson. Now, besides cartoon illustrations, I have not completed anything artsy in over two years. I know, I know....Shame on me. But, anyway, I decided that it was important that I, as an artist, did at least one take on The Moon Walker himself. Above is my version of him.

It is done on a medium call Scratch board. What scratch board is, as I understand it, is a black board that you use a tool to sketch off the the black to find the silhouette. I came across this medium, completely by accident, a few years back while I was in Atlanta. I was hooked. And for a quick while there I was doing cool little drawing using it, but then I got bored with it. Like I normally do.

Anyway, this is my take on the very familiar image of the Michael Jackson; "Moonwalk". And yes, damn it, I know that this is not the Moonwalk, but this is the toe move he does at the end of it and the image from the Moonwalk thing he did. So, there!

Anyway, just thought I'd share.

-One Man's Opinion. Peace.