Re: Voodooman, how bout a few cop stories?
I broke a heavy flashlight over the head of a 5'2 125# sailor on PCP one time when standing a Shore Patrol watch (they wouldn’t let us carry maglights, even if we bought our own).
Said seaman thereupon picked me up (about 195 pounds at the time) and threw me across the room.
It took 6 of us to subdue him. He was continuing to struggle with a skull fracture & concussion, 11 broken ribs, and six or seven other fractures, breaks, and contusions that alone should have put him down.
Of course, we were investigated for abusing a prisoner on the word of the military doctor who examined him when he got to the dispensary...
I wouldn’t take your job for nuthin. No how, no way.
I live in the heart of meth country - not as bad as many places, but it's getting worse. We have a local radio station that advertises itself as serving four counties, three prisions, and a half-a-million cows.
I do think it’s kind of interesting, though, that if I am driving my 95 Lumina or the 05 Liberty and get stopped for going 64 in a 55, I get a ticket or told to go on my merry way and slow the fuck down.
If, however, I am driving my 88 Chevy pickup (that still clings proudly to some red paint left between the rust) at 59 in a 55, I get to meet three or four fine officers of the law, they bring out a doggy and give it a tour of the vehicle, and embarrass me by exposing the Turtles and Heath Bar wrappers I hide behind the seat.
The first time that happened, I had run out of Claritin and Flonase, so I had – you guessed it – a big box of Pseudephed sitting next to me on the seat.
Maybe they just admire my truck?
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