Thursday, October 19, 2006

They told me that when I get to Central Devision, there are so many crooks that they would be jumping in to the back of my car. Today, that basically happenned. This dude was released from prison on Sunday. He was supposed to check in with his PO on Monday. He called me on Wednsday to say that he is wanted and I need to arrest him. It actually took some work to verify that he was wanted before I took him in. The poor guy was in prison for 7 years and came back to San Diego because that is what he knew. He could only live on the street for the past 4 days and he realized he could not make it on the outside. I think he violated on purpose to get back to the security of his prison cell. It's a wierd game prison plays with the mind.

Monday, October 16, 2006

I am going to write what I feel is some funny and interesting things that I come across in my travels. Sometimes I say to myself that you can't make up some of the things people do in this world.

I have met the special agent in charge of protecting the president andhe also makes sure that the streets are safe for the police. Needless to say, I took him to see the nice people out County Mental Health. I have also met the devil. He was wearing a Gustapo SS hat with an iron cross on it and a long black leather trench coat. Um....and he was full blooded hispanic. He walked in to the police station and spat on the floor and called everyone in the office many different racial names. He also got a one way ticket to CMH for a mental health eval.

Just the other day, I had a call of an accident between a car and a bike. Another Officer said that he was on scene driving behind medics to the accident. I was almost off and stopping by to help out before i headed in. When I got to the scene there was a bunch of people pointing around the corner and no one was there yet from FD or PD. The other unit followed the wrong Fire Truck:) and they call me the rookie. Anyway, the guy on the bike was drunk out of his gord and never hit the car. He was rifding along with his head down (possibley near passing out) and looked up to see a car in his way. He freaked out and ate crap. He had blood dripping from his face and he was walking his bike halfway down the road from were he ate it. There was a crowd following him when I contacted him. He asked me what was wrong. I told him he was bleedin all over the sidewalk. He had no idea and already forgot about his intimate meet with the sidewalk. He was just minding his own biznis when a big red truck and four black and white cars ruined his day.

As I get some more cool stories I will post them for ya'll. I have the scanner link to the right on my blog if you want to listen to what goes on. And I promise, you can't make this stuff up.
I am going to give this a shot and attemp to start a blog. Does this take away from my conservative rep?