Escape to crack head hideaway

So I was sitting near the sub-station, relaxing before I went to check off (turn in paperwork before I go home) when a buddy of mine called me on the radio and asked if I could help him in regards to an escaped prisoner. This officer is one of my closest friends, so of course I agreed.

This escaped prisoner was on a work release work crew when he took off. I remember seeing the B.O.L.O (Be On The Lookout) for the suspect earlier in the day. I made the trip out to his last reported location which was quite away from the area that I ride, but I was eager to get involved.

When I arrived, I was briefed, given his description and the exact location that he was supposed to be at. We all got the plan and eased out to the trailer all blacked out. The first thing that was very obvious about this area was these folks are some serious rednecks!! Every trailer that we walked past had a truck, burn barrel, pit bulls, and John Deere tractors. It felt like we were walking into a bad Jeff Foxworthy joke. We got to the location, surrounded the trailer and made sure that K9 went to the rear. I took a position of cover by this huge Oak tree, making sure that if things went bad I was able to have several options if I needed them. The Sergeant knocked on the door with a rookie officer that was just begging to get involved. The door opens there stands a crack head female holding a 2 year old little girl in her arms. I heard the Sgt. ask her if he was there and surprisingly she said that he was. I heard her say that he was in the bed with her, but she got up to smoke when we knocked on the door. She gave permission for them to conduct a search of the residence but I noticed that K9 was not part of the search. I realize that the Sgt. was calling the shots, but he just got his stripes and has been away from the streets for a number of years. I felt as the senior officer there, surrounded by a number of rookies, with the exception of my buddy I needed to speak up. I told the Sgt. with all due respect, I felt that it would be better to let the K9 search the residence, especially due to the intel we got that he would kill himself if the police caught him. The Sgt. agreed, so K9 went in first, allowing the dog to search off leash. We all sat waiting for the screams but they never came. The first thing that came to mind of course- this chick is lying! We drilled her some more and she swore he was just there. The K9 handler took his dog and checked the outside area, finding no signs that would lead us to think he fled into the woods.

The Sgt. came outside and asked if I had any ideas. I basically said that we needed to go back in there and check every inch of the place; I knew he had to be in there. I decided I would ask the crack head one more time about his whereabouts. Making sure she understood that if we found out that she was lying that we wouldn’t hesitate to put her behind in jail. Once again, she was adamant that he was there. “I promise you!” she says, “I’m not going to jail for him, I’m leaving and going to my boyfriends house.” That’s when it hit me, we are dealing with some real winners here. Let’s review: she’s got this escaped prisoner that is her baby’s daddy laying in the bed with her, but she is going to leave and go to her boyfriend’s house. Now I’m thinking to myself I know exactly why this guy escaped, he found out she was seeing somebody else and he couldn’t stand it.

The Sgt. called me and asked that I come inside the trailer, hoping that another set of eyes would help. I went in looking in every open hole I could find. Nothing. No sign of this guy. The next thing I hear is “IF YOU MOVE I’LL BLOW YOUR F%^*ING HEAD OFF!” I ran into the hallway and saw this guy wedged into the air conditioning return. I opened it up, yanked him out by his hair and the rookie handcuffed him.

This guy could have killed us all! If he had been armed we could have all been easily picked off; he watched everything we did. I was shocked to find him there, but was even more shocked that the dog didn’t find him. The crack head was right, he was there, but man did she change her attitude to try and impress this guy, “Oh baby you will be alright you will only do about a year. I promise I’ll wait and be here for you!” I’m thinking, “Oh yeah right, you got peanut butter legs you will have those legs in another mans bed before the nights over.” We started walking him out and he is screaming “Baby, I love you! Please wait on me! Please don’t sleep with that mother f$%^er!“ Of course you know some police officers just can’t keep their mouth shut which tends at times to make things funnier worse. Someone speaks up and tells him that she will be at her boyfriend’s house before he gets to jail. Well that back fired, he broke loose from the rookie. Hands cuffed behind his back he takes off running and screaming for this crack head. The beauty of it was that we still had K9 there. He gave the command for the dog to apprehend the suspect and off he goes. This dog hit him so hard you could hear the thud when he hit the ground. Puppy chow, anyone? After the dog ate him up the suspect was recaptured once again, this time for good.

It amazes me the power that this crack head had over this guy. I don’t know about you but I’ll be danged if I’m going to get my A#$ tore up by a dog for crack head lovin’!

I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!

This one's for Still Stacy

Heya Stacy, Aza here- I’ve temporarily hijacked Kojak’s blog.

I saw the thread over at your place about your new weapons permit (congratulations!) and thought of you when my dad sent me this; as he knows my deep un-abiding love for knitting and high powered handguns....


Happiness is a warm gun...


Sorry Kojak, I couldn’t resist, you can have your blog back now.

MOVE!!!

I know that all of you that have been in Law Enforcement for any length of time will understand where I am coming from in this post.

I handle a very large number of high priority calls that require me to run emergency equipment on a daily basis. The city that I live in has just over a million people, with a good portion of these fine folks driving vehicles.

I had a call tonight that required me to run lights and siren to assist Fire Rescue with someone that was laying on the ground bleeding. Not being an EMT I am limited in my abilities to render first aid, however I still want to get there in case I am needed.

I was running lights and siren and it seemed that nobody wanted to get out of my way, so I was of course extremely frustrated at everybody on the road. I must have had at least 10 people that were on cell phones, God knows how many had their radios blasting with “gangsta rap“. So needless to say I was furious by the time I got to the scene. The first thing that I saw was Fire Rescue doing chest compressions and rescue breathing for a gentleman that was riding his bike and fell off. The reason he fell was because of a Pace Maker malfunction that sent him into cardiac arrest. Rescue put him in the rescue unit and sped away, continuing life saving measures.

I’d love to ask the people that are so busy listening to loud music, talking on their cell phones, and just generally driving with their head up their #$$S- if your loved one was that gentleman in need of emergency care wouldn’t you want me as a first responder to get to your loved one so I could perform C.P.R. and hopefully save his or her life? If you can answer that with a resounding “Yes“ then do me a favor, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND PAY ATTENTION!

I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!

Where do these "people" come from?

I often wonder about people sometimes; why they do the things they do. I got a call about a guy in the woods watching children as they got off the school bus. I didn’t have a back up, so off I go, thinking the whole way there about what I am fixing to get into. This area that I was dispatched to was surrounded by woods with a dirt road between the wood line. I arrive at the scene and get out of my car a block away so I can sneak up on this guy, hopefully catching him in the act of doing something illegal. I am walking up to the location that I think he is in when all of a sudden I see something move in the woods about 15 feet in front of me. I have no idea if this guy is armed so I arm myself, slowly making my way forward into the woods. I see him, but he hasn’t seen me yet so I take a position of cover and start giving some commands to exit the woods, making sure that his hands are where I can see them at all times. I notice that this guy is shuffling his feet a mile a minute, I’m thinking what the heck is this guy doing?! I am steady giving orders and he is steady shuffling those feet with his hands at about eye level, raised in the air. He is now getting closer, I see why he is shuffling. This disgusting pervert is screaming at me now, “Please officer, please don’t shoot me I’m unarmed!!!” I keep telling him to shuffle his behind right on over to me. Finally his little shuffling perverted self makes it to me, I stand there in complete shock not believing what I am looking at!

Standing in front of me is a grown man, very clean cut. This man has nothing on the lower half of his body but a pair of women’s pantyhose. Oh and the best part? The crotch has been cut out to have easy access to his genital area! You wanna know why he was shuffling?

Well let me just tell you all about it. He had a pair of women’s high heel come pump me shoes on, with a small set of handcuffs attached to the straps of the shoes! In his hair he had a fake flower tucked behind his ear. His ugly pimpled face was covered with eye shadow and make up. The only thing I could do was try not to vomit or kick the hell out of this guy. I snatched him up, drug him to the car and shoved him in disgust into the back of the police car.

I took him to jail just the way he was, crotchless pantyhose and all. I later found out that he was married, with children, studying to become a minister!

What on earth would cause a man with children, a wife and a supposed calling from God to be in the woods dressed like Rue Paul, masturbating as children walk by!!!! It never ceases to amaze me, you just never know who you may come in contact with.

I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!

The countdown begins

I’ve got 8 more days until my mediation date with Mr. Ed. I really hate that it has gotten to the level of pure disgust that it has. I’m just so disappointed to think that a woman that I took such great care of and treated her grown children like they were my own, would lie about me the way she has. I am certainly man enough to admit when I am wrong, but I can tell you I have not done anything that would cause this amount of hatred that she feels for me in regards to this situation. There has been no affairs, at least on my part that she can blame this on however, she is convinced that I have. I honestly feel that she planned this entire scenario because she knew that I was the only one of the 5 husbands that she has had that amounted to anything. I know that she had quizzed me on a number of occasions about the amount of money that I will receive the day of retirement. She knew that it would be a substantial amount. I guess I should have seen it coming, but I was trying to plan for the future not thinking that this would happen.

I did find out that she is working 5 days a week, of course that is suppose to be a secret I guess. I just know that she has around 5K in her checking account, and I have lived off $20 bucks after the mandatory withdrawal for temp needs came out, her car payment and insurance payment were made. I had a friend of mine call up her new place of employment (she quit her old job and moved to this new one in an attempt to hide income) to see if she could make an appointment with her. The receptionist confirmed that she did work there, but was OUT OF TOWN FOR A WEEK! Are you kidding me?! When we were together she would never go out of town and half the time said she couldn’t work, now you can’t keep her behind in town. I’m sure she’s having a blast spending my hard earned money with her girlfriends.

I guess I can only hope once again that the courts will see through all of the lies about her not working, oh and the fact that since July 1st I have paid her 30K + dollars! Heh, she told them that I have only paid $375.00 dollars. The funny thing about it is, they believed her! It’s a good thing I saved receipts. I just don’t understand how I got myself into this $%^t! I do know that I am going to push the issue about a certain judge that regularly goes to her place of business; I think he should be issued a subpoena. My attorney is going to need to show a set because this particular judge works for the district where our case is being filed! I just wonder if that has anything to do with how I’m getting $%^&ed, I know he helped her find this attorney by her own admission. Oh the tangled web we weave!

Well that’s all I can think of for now, I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later !

Are you a Democrat, a Republican, or a Southerner?

Thanks for the forward, dad! Very funny!



Here is a little test that will help you decide. The answer can be found by posing the following question:

You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children. Suddenly, an Islamic Terrorist with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, praises Allah, raises the knife, and charges at you.

You are carrying a 40 caliber Glock, and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family.

What do you do?

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THINK CAREFULLY AND THEN SCROLL DOWN



Democrat's Answer:

Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!

Does the man look poor or oppressed?

Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?

Could we run away?

What does my wife think?

What about the kids?

Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand?

What does the law say about this situation?

Does the Glock have an appropriate safety built into it?

Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does this send to society and to my children?

Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?

Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound me?

If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was stabbing me?

Should I call 9-1-1?

Why is this street so deserted?

We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day, and make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.

This is all so confusing!

I need to debate this with some friends for few days and try to come to a consensus.

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Republican's Answer:

BANG!



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Southerner's Answer:

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Click..... (Sounds of reloading) BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click

Daughter: 'Nice grouping, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver Tips or Hollow Points?'

Son: 'Can I shoot the next one!'

Wife: 'You're not takin' that to the Taxidermist

A rescue of the "squirrely" variety

Well after all these years I thought I had pretty much seen and done it all, guess not.

I got a message from the sub station to call a woman but I had no clue who it was. I was hesitant simply because the ex-wife has played this prank before to bait me into calling her so she could scream and curse at me. I called her despite my concern and was met with a very sweet older woman on the other end that sounded like she was in a panic. Ms. M told me that she found 2 baby {2 weeks old max} squirrel’s in her backyard. Ms. M said that she told her neighbor about the squirrel’s, but had no idea how to take care of them. Her neighbor told her that she heard about a policeman that was somehow involved in animal rescue and had a friend (Aza) that did squirrel rescue. Ms. M went to the sub station to attempt to locate me, but she could only describe me. The Community Service Officers told her that it sounded like me, thus we made contact.

I immediately called Aza, of course she called Ms. M, Ms. M told her that she had been feeding them regular milk, which is a big no-no, but bless her heart she didn’t know. Aza called me back, telling me that she was going to meet Ms. M at a location between the two of them. I met Aza, and Ms. M and was handed 2 barely alive squirrels that were both near death due to severe dehydration, hypothermia and boarder line starvation (according to Aza). She took them and immediately went into rescue mode. You have to know that she has been doing these types of rescues for a very long time and she is absolutely the best at what she does. She has a few stories about a couple of her rescues under the label Saving Grace on her blog. A lot of the cases she gets in are abused (just read about poor little Kaz) so she doesn't talk about it much ((Please be forewarned that Aza is passionate about what she does and because a number of her rescues (like Kaz) came from very abusive situations, she is incredibly descriptive and uses a number of “sentence enhancers” when relaying their stories)). Anyway, these lil guys needed help and needed it now! I went to get syringes to feed them, Aza went to get the nipples that fit on the end of a 1cc syringe and are as rare as a wooden nickel from a vet she used to work with. The rescue was underway! We lost the lil girl, she had some internal damage due to Ms. M‘s cat, there was just nothing we could do. The lil man was not eating much but when Aza made her special formula, he went crazy and hasn’t stopped.

Below is a picture she took earlier this evening. After a few feedings he's finally getting his color back and actually looks like a baby Eastern Gray squirrel!

Aza will be teaching me how to care for him. As of right now she is feeding this lil guy on the hour, every hour until he gets to a level that he can consume 2 to 3 ml’s of formula and is rehydrated. Then we can get to feeding him every 3 to 4 hours.

Now, I know it sounds really cute and you’re probably thinking “Are you going to keep him?” The answer to that is a resounding “No.” You can not have a domesticated squirrel, when their testicles drop they become a wild animal and vicious. This in mind, Aza has several that she has rehabbed, that became “permanents”. One has 3 legs and the other one has no upper incisors. This is the only time you should keep wild animals, if they are not able to be released into their natural environment because of their physical condition and you are willing to get the proper licensing required. You should have their captive environment as close to their natural environment as possible. It does them such a disservice when they are kept in captivity, when they should be released. Just to give you an idea, Aza has had these guys since juvenile stages. You would think they would know her, but due to hormones and wild animals being just that, wild- they have been known to try to attack her. She has years of experience in taking care of these guys and more importantly is licensed to due so. As surprising as it may seem, it is illegal to rehabilitate wild animals without state or (for some species) federal licensing.

In closing, we will rehab this lil guy and release him in about 5 months. If anybody has any questions, please feel free to ask.

I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!

Happy Valentine’s Day, you’re going to jail!

I know times have changed, but I have to say that some things should never change when it comes to our children.

I found a 14 year old young man waving people down in a drug store parking lot trying to get a ride home. Oh, I should mention it was 1 am in the morning on a school night. I got out of my car and asked him what he was doing out at this time of the morning. He told me that he was hanging with his “homie”. Let me make it known, I hate the rap talking $%T! So I asked him, “Tell me in English where you were!” He understood that so he told me that he was at “Blacks” house. Okay, now I’m pissed and getting more irritated by the moment. Lets try this again because I am detecting attitude and with 4 months to go before retiring I feel like knocking his @#S out. “Who is ‘Black’ and where does he live?” I asked. Heh, his response? “I don’t know his name, but he lives in some apartments.” Wow! This child is killing me! So I ask him where he lives again, he tells me that he lives in the apartments by the Wal-Mart. Hmmmmmm, geez, that narrows it down! There are dozens of apartments near dozens of different Wal-Mart's in this city. Finally I got a more exact location out of him, so off I go.

I get to this child’s house, we bang on the door for at least 15 minutes. Finally the poster mom for “Leave It To Beaver” comes to the door, dreads all over her face, sleep in her eyes and her 14th husband is standing behind her. I ask Ms. Cleaver if she knew where her son was and she said “Which one? I have 5.” I just stood there looking at her completely stupefied. I said, “The one that’s missing from your house, the one that’s 14 and should have his behind in bed!” “Oh!” she said, “There’s only one here, so 4 are missing.” Once again, I just looked at her. I asked her, “Well how old are the other ones?” Proudly she says, “10, 12, 16 and 17!” I went off blasting her for 10 minutes about the seriousness of not being accountable as a mother, and a number of other things. I just could not believe what I was hearing. This piece of $%^T mother was actually sleeping with husband or boyfriend number 14 and had no idea where her children were!

It was late so I called for a midnight unit to come handle the call due to my shift ending in a little over an hour. Ms. Cleaver was arrested for Child Neglect and booked into our jail. We had to write 4 missing person reports just in case somebody hopefully finds these children. Can someone please tell me what is wrong with our society today? I can tell you what would have happened to me at 14 if I wasn’t home before the sun set much less at 1am!

I hope each of you that have children take the time to nurture them and raise them with love in your heart. I’m tired of seeing young people committing adult crimes. More importantly I’m sick of seeing these children lose their innocence (sometimes their lives!) and being molested by pedophiles on our streets. It’s because of parents like this lady that our children are in prison at 12 and 14 years old or laying in a morgue waiting to be identified. They are more interested in getting the money that the government is paying them to have the children than to raise them. These children aren’t raised up, they are snatched up! I could go on forever……

I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later !

Better to be "tagged" than "tazed"!

So I got “tagged” and had no idea what that meant; Aza explained to me what a “MeMe” was. I really thought the meme thing was for the ladies (my soon to be Ex did a ton of them on MySpace), but since Dixie Chick was one of the first to welcome me to the blog world here it goes…

The rules are…

1. Link to the person who tagged you for this MeMe.

2. List the rules on your blog.

3. Share six unimportant things/quirks/habits about yourself.

4. Tag six people to do this MeMe.

5. Let each person know they have been tagged.

O.K...here goes...


1- I am an only child but I wish that I’d had brothers and sisters.

2- I hate hair on the soap.

3- I sometimes go commando when I go to work.

4- I have Hermit Crabs as pets.

5- I watch cartoons.

6- I go to Wal-Mart at 3am and ticket people who park in handicap spaces without permits because they think they can get away with it- think again!

Since I’m so new to blogging the only person I can think to tag is Aza but she’s not into meme’s so I’m not going to tag anyone.

I think I'm getting there

Hope this isn’t hard on the eyes.

Feedback is welcomed since I can only test this layout and these colors in two browsers.

A vent and a question...

Well, I’m sure that most of you are probably tired of hearing me complain about the soon to be ex, but that’s just too bad cause this is my blog and I’ll write about whatever I want! Hahahahah just kidding! No, really.

I have enjoyed a long and prosperous career with my department, I actually make very good money as far as Police salaries are concerned. I told you several posts back about the whole money issue, how she lied about working etc.. and the magistrate gave her basically 90% of my check.

I received my paycheck via automatic deposit today and reality slapped, kicked, beat, stabbed (and several other nasty violent terms) me in the face as to just how badly I got %^&ed!!!! I just can not believe that she gets roughly 90% of my check, and I still have to pay for her brand new car that she just had to have. Oh, and the insurance! Geez, I’ll just say it (again and again and again and again, ad infinitum) “I AM A DUMBBASS!”

Now here’s what really pisses me off, she has all that money in her bank account and has yet to pay any of the bills that are still in my name as well as hers! I have prided myself over the years of being responsible in regards to paying bills on time so my credit will at least stay in good standing.

So to combat her trying to intentionally screw up my credit (because she doesn’t give a damn about hers) I am thinking of cutting off the electricity and water that’s in my name. Maybe then this gold digging, Tammy Faye/Mr. Ed looking soon to be ex wife of mine will either poop or get off the pot. It might just be the incentive she needs to for once in her life be responsible!

I’m just saying, this just sucks because I have worked so hard for so many years and she comes in after just 7 years, taking all of the money, leaving me with nothing and tries everything in her power to make this as difficult a process as possible.

Well anyway thanks again for taking the time to stop by and read my vent.

Btw, I appreciate the comments and am very interested about how you found me. If you could leave a comment and let me know where you saw my link, Aza is still working on my link list and wants to give credit to who sent you.

I’m Out and We’ll Talk Later!

Gymnastics and cheerleading do not qualify you to drive drunk!

We see so many tragic things in police work, when the funny stuff comes along, it’s more than welcomed! Last night I along with another officer stopped a female driving a truck for running a red light at a very busy intersection. I got her stopped, walked up to the drivers door and was hit with the ever so pleasant and completely overwhelming smell of stale beer! I asked for her drivers license, which took 10 minutes to retrieve from the pile of trash and beer labels that she had stuffed in her purse. “Ms. {B} I asked do you know why I stopped you?” Her response, “I think I ran the red light on Carter Blvd.” We were on Ellington Blvd.; that was my first “this chick is toast” clue! Of course when I told her that she wasn’t on that road she started the whole “yes I am, I know where I’m at!” argument. I knew then that this was going to be one of those stops.

In my department we have a separate unit that handles our D.U.I ‘s so that it won’t tie the beat officer up for 2 hours or more. So, I called for a unit and a good friend of mine, {F} showed up. I explained everything to him, which is all on camera and taped.

Officer {F} walks up to her window, identifies himself and asks her to exit her vehicle. She gets out, stumbles and has to grab the side of her truck to hold herself up. This is clue number 2. Now here comes the good stuff, well at least I think it is.

Officer {F} starts the request to perform the D.U.I exercise’s, which consist of Walk the line, One leg stand, Rhomberg Alphabet and finger to nose. I knew then we were in for a show!

The walk the line test took oh, I don’t know, 15 minutes to explain to this poor lush of exactly how it was to be performed. This exercise was demonstrated by Officer {F} during the explanation. Ms. {B} thinks she’s got it so here we go! Ms. {B} very carefully puts one foot in front of the other and is instructed to stand this way until all of the instructions were provided. Should be pretty simple right? Well of course for me and you because we’re not tore up from the floor up! Ms. {B} is all over the place, bending over trying to hold her feet on the line, eventually failing so miserably that Officer {F} has to tell her that we just won’t do this exercise.

Now we have moved on to the one leg stand. Ms. {B} is provided all of the instructions, telling Officer {F} “I know I can do this one, I was in gymnastics and cheerleading!” she exclaims. Officer {F} is excited, maybe she can actually perform the exercise. The instructions are very specific, DO NOT HOP! Ms. {B} is beaming and full of confidence, she was a gymnast and cheerleader remember. Ms{ B} is pumped up, she points her left foot as instructed, holding it 24 inches off the ground instead of the required 6. She is so happy with her accomplishment she grabs her ankle, pulls her leg and ankle up to her butt. She then starts hopping all over the place like a bunny rabbit counting out loud in a very slurred and inaudible voice “One thousand one, one thousand three, one thousand six, one thousand eleven, one thousand twenty, and one thousand thirty!!!” Wow! She looked like a complete idiot and she was so proud of herself; she really thought she passed. She had a huge smile on her face as she looks at Officer {F} waiting for his approval. Officer {F} very calmly looks at her straight faced (which is more than I can say for Myself and the other officer who made the initial stop!) and says “I can see how successful you must have been in your cheerleading and gymnastics career, lets go on to the next exercise.”

Needless to say, you can see what we were dealing with here. The rest of the exercise’s were not performed simply because poor 54 year old, Olympic medalist Ms. {B} just couldn’t continue after her award winning performance of the previous exercise’s. She was placed under arrest and was in complete shock, not understanding how she didn’t pass.

Please don’t drink and drive. Unlike this one, I have so many stories of tragedy involving drunk/buzzed drivers, some that are very close to me involving my family, one of which that left an 11 year old little girl without a mother. This same little girl’s father was struck by a DUI driver in a separate incident, leaving him a functioning paraplegic. I love this man, that’s why I call him Dad and her my best friend!

I’m out and we’ll talk later!

My Shoulder and Ear

A couple of years ago I met a friend of mine through his work at a local drug store, eventually meeting his wife, Aza, whom some of you may have stumbled across in the blogosphere and her dad. Her family and I hit it off from the start. Our friendship grew over time, eventually so much so that I became a member of the family. Her dad (who I occasionally reference and who occasionally comments here) has basically adopted me as a son. When my wife went completely nuts, Aza and her family were right there in my corner, providing invaluable advice every step of the way.

When my wife told me to pack my bags, I had no place to go, in steps Aza with a complete plan. She found a 5 star local Inn that would house me for a week, this cost her over $600.00 dollars, I was speechless. I had nothing but uniforms, a few toiletries and a couple of shirts. Once again, here comes Aza with clothes, food and a number of other things that I would need to survive. I knew then that this person was not like any other person that I have ever known.

Aza has been there for me through some very tough and emotional times, she has not left my side through any of it. I have listened to her intently as she gave me solid advice over a number of issues, always making sure that I was crystal clear on all of the issues.

I have never in my life laughed as much as I have since she came into my life, she is the funniest person that I have ever met. I know that I can call her at any time of the day or night, with any need and she will be right there for me, making me laugh with her cynical and sometime brutal sense of humor. She has made it part of her life to make sure that I am taken care of. I get a phone call each day to make sure that I am still alive. As I go through my shift she calls to make sure that I am okay and ask if I need anything. She cooks for me as well as her family everyday, never asking for anything in return.

This past Super Bowl Sunday, I really wanted to watch it, but I had to work the streets. Aza and her dad went to my house, cooked a full course meal, washed clothes, fed my animals (one of which is a kitty that I adopted from her- another post for another time), took out the garbage and cleaned the dishes. Now, she does this everyday, all the while still taking care of her family and a virtual army of animals that she has rescued. She is the one that encouraged me to start a blog assuring me of the therapeutic qualities of writing. She has and is continuing to design my blog, teach me the in’s and out’s of using it and she proofreads most of my posts.

I can’t explain to any of you how much I love this woman! She is the most loving, thoughtful and compassionate person I have ever met. She has a strong sense of family and fervently fights for what she believes in. I am convinced that she was sent by God to take care of me. I can promise that I will never do anything to disrespect her, or hurt her in any way.

I can only hope that if any of you could possibly have a friend like Aza, your life would be a lot happier and a hell of a lot funnier. Aza, I love ya! Thank You for all you do for me, you are truly my best friend!

Please take a moment to visit Aza over at Surreptitious Psychosis, I promise, you wont be disappointed, plus you will see how lucky I am to have her in my life!

I’m out and we’ll talk later.

An updade and rant

The officer that was shot has been released from the hospital! I really appreciate all of the prayers and comments.


Well it’s time to rant about the soon to be ex again!

I’m sure all divorced men and women have so much to complain, rant or just plain ol bitch about. I am no different, so just sit back and let me get it out.

In my profession being truthful is absolutely the most important quality you can have. As a police officer, your word is the gospel and always expected to be the truth. Lets face it, if you’re a liar and you get caught lying your credibility is done, not to mention your career. Justifiably so.

When I went to the temporary needs hearing, oh wait I mean Contempt of Court last month I knew that my testimony had to be truthful. I was prepared to be honest. I showed up in my class “A” uniform, because quite frankly I didn’t have the money to buy a suit or for that matter dress pants, shirt and shoes. I got off the elevator with my partner that works with me and there sits the wife, her daughter and the wife’s best friend. The first thing I heard was “Yeah, I think he should be held in contempt for wearing his uniform to court, guess he thinks he’s gonna get special treatment.” At that point, I wanted to get up, walk over to her and just rip her up, but I chose to be the true professional I am and just be quiet. Of course they sat at the other end of the hallway and ran their mouths just loud enough so I could hear it.

When it came time to go in, we both took an oath to tell the truth, or at least I did. I have never heard so many lies in 45 minutes in my life. I could only sit there and listen to this B.S. The sad part about it is, the Magistrate knew she wasn’t being truthful, but his hands were tied and he had no choice but to perform the task at hand- a brutal attack on my financial rectum.

I just don’t understand how it’s fair that she got all the money, telling all those lies about how she can’t work etc… as mentioned before, the bitch is working 3 or 4 days a week and she makes excellent money! I went in, told the truth about it all and got the most massive anal assault of my life, didn’t get a phone call afterwards and no flowers the next day!

Money is the root of all evil, it’s really sad that our system could care less about honesty. It’s really who’s the best at acting. I can tell you, I haven’t seen an act so worthy of a Grammy in a long time!

I know Karma’s a bitch, boy I can’t wait to see it unfold!!!

Well thanks for letting me rant. I’m out and we’ll talk later!