I rode solo this week until Friday, when J and I partnered up. Most of
the calls this week involved either drugs or alcohol, in large
quantities. Monday night was very slow until around 3 AM. That was when a car
being driven by an intoxicated male ran a red light and t-boned
another vehicle. That vehicle came to a stop inside, yes inside, a
nearby boat dealership. Then the drunk guy tried to run off. He was
detained by wrecker drivers for a few minutes until officers arrived.
He went to jail for DWI. Tuesday night was almost a carbon copy of Monday. It was slow until
another drunk driving accident. A male had just left his investment
banking job downtown and was driving toward the freeway. When a car
being driven by a drunk female ran a red light and slammed into his
car. He had some minor injuries and she smelled like a brewery and
could hardly stand up. She said that she drank three beers earlier in
the evening. That was possible since she was small and everyone
processes alcohol at a different rate. When given the opportunity, she
refused the breath test. But, since she was involved in an accident, a
blood draw was mandatory. We had very few units on Wednesday night. That turned out to be ok,
because the call volume was still low. At 5:50 AM, I was dispatched to
an assault / just occurred. I arrived to find that the assault
actually had happened 5 hours earlier. A male had been riding his
bicycle in a high crime area while trying to buy drugs. Two males
jumped him and then they hit him in the head with his own bicycle.
Eventually, he got home and then went to his neighbors house at 3 AM.
Then she waited to call the police until 5:50 AM. It was a little
strange. He had a bump on his head, but refused medical treatment. I
think that the neighbor called because she was tired of taking care of
him. She wanted him out of her house. With the help of some buddies, I
was able to gather the necessary information, write the report, and
still get off on time. On Thursday, I was dispatched to a suicide call at a residential
treatment facility for schizophrenia. A male left the facility and
then came back on campus where he lives and told the caretaker that he
had just consumed 3 beers and 30 Vicodin. He told me that he was not
trying to hurt himself. An ambulance arrived and transported him to
the hospital. I went ahead and wrote a report, just in case something
unfortunate happened at the hospital. As I was driving around, I found an unconscious male. He was laying
partially in the median, but mostly on the road. I stopped to check on
him. He did not look homeless, which was surprising. He was in a tank
top and was sunburned. He woke up and immediately started talking
about leg pain. He was moaning and groaning, ramping up the drama. I
called for an ambulance. He said that he and some friends had come up
to the area from the island a few days ago. His friends left him
there, because he was drunk. Nice friends. He had been walking around
ever since because he had no one to call to come get him. The
ambulance guys ended up feeling sorry for him and took him to the
hospital for the leg pain. The pain turned out to be real, he could
hardly walk. That made the ambulance guys feel better about their
decision. On Friday, the regular print unit was here working for someone and
rode the print unit, so I rode with J. We ended up with no reports for
the night. J did lots of driving in circles. It was fairly slow for a
Friday night, with the usual load of loud noise calls and minor
disturbances. One of the loud noise calls was at house that is in the middle of a
neighborhood. The owner rents out the house for parties. I am sure
that the neighbors do not appreciate it. We arrived to find a birthday
party that resembled a Kappa weekend on the island. The music was very
loud and there were people outside yelling and screaming, your basic
drunk people behavior. The person in charge of the party came out
quickly and apologized. She said that she would get things under
control, and surprisingly, she did. She turned down the music and got
everyone inside, at least while we were still there. I thought for
sure that we would get called back out later, but did not. Amazing. That concludes another week on patrol.
the calls this week involved either drugs or alcohol, in large
quantities. Monday night was very slow until around 3 AM. That was when a car
being driven by an intoxicated male ran a red light and t-boned
another vehicle. That vehicle came to a stop inside, yes inside, a
nearby boat dealership. Then the drunk guy tried to run off. He was
detained by wrecker drivers for a few minutes until officers arrived.
He went to jail for DWI. Tuesday night was almost a carbon copy of Monday. It was slow until
another drunk driving accident. A male had just left his investment
banking job downtown and was driving toward the freeway. When a car
being driven by a drunk female ran a red light and slammed into his
car. He had some minor injuries and she smelled like a brewery and
could hardly stand up. She said that she drank three beers earlier in
the evening. That was possible since she was small and everyone
processes alcohol at a different rate. When given the opportunity, she
refused the breath test. But, since she was involved in an accident, a
blood draw was mandatory. We had very few units on Wednesday night. That turned out to be ok,
because the call volume was still low. At 5:50 AM, I was dispatched to
an assault / just occurred. I arrived to find that the assault
actually had happened 5 hours earlier. A male had been riding his
bicycle in a high crime area while trying to buy drugs. Two males
jumped him and then they hit him in the head with his own bicycle.
Eventually, he got home and then went to his neighbors house at 3 AM.
Then she waited to call the police until 5:50 AM. It was a little
strange. He had a bump on his head, but refused medical treatment. I
think that the neighbor called because she was tired of taking care of
him. She wanted him out of her house. With the help of some buddies, I
was able to gather the necessary information, write the report, and
still get off on time. On Thursday, I was dispatched to a suicide call at a residential
treatment facility for schizophrenia. A male left the facility and
then came back on campus where he lives and told the caretaker that he
had just consumed 3 beers and 30 Vicodin. He told me that he was not
trying to hurt himself. An ambulance arrived and transported him to
the hospital. I went ahead and wrote a report, just in case something
unfortunate happened at the hospital. As I was driving around, I found an unconscious male. He was laying
partially in the median, but mostly on the road. I stopped to check on
him. He did not look homeless, which was surprising. He was in a tank
top and was sunburned. He woke up and immediately started talking
about leg pain. He was moaning and groaning, ramping up the drama. I
called for an ambulance. He said that he and some friends had come up
to the area from the island a few days ago. His friends left him
there, because he was drunk. Nice friends. He had been walking around
ever since because he had no one to call to come get him. The
ambulance guys ended up feeling sorry for him and took him to the
hospital for the leg pain. The pain turned out to be real, he could
hardly walk. That made the ambulance guys feel better about their
decision. On Friday, the regular print unit was here working for someone and
rode the print unit, so I rode with J. We ended up with no reports for
the night. J did lots of driving in circles. It was fairly slow for a
Friday night, with the usual load of loud noise calls and minor
disturbances. One of the loud noise calls was at house that is in the middle of a
neighborhood. The owner rents out the house for parties. I am sure
that the neighbors do not appreciate it. We arrived to find a birthday
party that resembled a Kappa weekend on the island. The music was very
loud and there were people outside yelling and screaming, your basic
drunk people behavior. The person in charge of the party came out
quickly and apologized. She said that she would get things under
control, and surprisingly, she did. She turned down the music and got
everyone inside, at least while we were still there. I thought for
sure that we would get called back out later, but did not. Amazing. That concludes another week on patrol.
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