I rode solo for most of the week. The number of officers on the street
fluctuated dramatically during the course of the week, and the Final
Four mobilization began. On Monday night we had a bunch of units. You could not swing a dead
cat without hitting the po-po. It was just when we needed them as
well, a Monday night, NOT. It was a painfully slow night. Only one
call dropped in the beat all night and I did not get it. It rained Tuesday night and we had a decent number of units. Fewer
than Monday night, but enough to cover a Tuesday. I was dispatched to
some baby mama drama, other wise known as a family disturbance. A guy
who had just gotten out of jail serving time for city warrants, came
to his baby's mama's house and picked a fight. He wanted to leave with
his stuff. He not only wanted his clothes, he wanted everything that
he had paid for that was in the apartment, including the baby stuff.
Very mature. She responded by getting mad and throwing all of his
stuff out on the porch. He looked through the stuff but did not find
his Gucci watch that he said was in the apartment. She said that she
did not know the location of the watch. I told him to grab his stuff
(not the baby stuff), leave, and do not come back tonight. She said
that he had been violent in the past, which was not surprising. Why
can't we all just get along? Late in the shift I found out that H has to go to phase 5 for report
writing. He failed that category during phase 4 evaluation. Report
writing was his strength while I trained him. This is my first rookie
that I have trained that has had to go to phase 5 of the training
program. It was bound to happen sometime. We were short handed on Wednesday night. On the nights that I work, we
have our fewest units on Wednesday. It is just the way that the
schedule and days off has worked out. We have too many officers off
either Tue/Wed or Wed/Thurs. I was dispatched to a disturbance. A female and her 4 year old son
were staying with a boyfriend who lives with his aunt in government
housing. The aunt sold a Lincoln Navigator (remember they live in
government housing) to the female for $5000. She even had a signed
bill of sale. So far, the female had paid $2000 of the $5000 owed. The
female wanted the keys to the Navigator since she was being kicked out
of the apartment for stealing from the aunt. The aunt would not give
up the keys. I spoke with a district attorney who confirmed that this
was a civil matter that a justice of the peace court could handle.
After we told her that she was not leaving with the Navigator, the
female wanted all of her stuff out of the apartment. She had lots of
clothes, a child, and 2 flat screen TVs, and no vehicle. Her mom was
nice enough to come and pick her up. The mom loaded everything into a
car while the female just cried. I felt bad for the mom and the child. I checked by with J on a disturbance at a Jack in the Box drive
through. A Mini Cooper stopped in the line to look at the menu. He was
not by the call box. He took his time and was there for awhile while
cars started to back up behind him. The car behind the Mini honked
their horn. The guys in the Mini threw up one finger salutes and
called her a bitch in response. Then her boyfriend got out of the car
and approached the Mini. The guys in the Mini got scared and they
called the police. J told them, "don't throw the finger if you can't
back it up." A little later, J and I were dispatched to a person down at a very
nice apartment complex. The call slip said that a male was sleeping
outside the caller's door wearing just his underwear. We arrived,
found the correct apartment, and sure enough, a black male wearing
just his tighty whiteys was asleep in front of the door. He was using
his jeans and t-shirt as a pillow. It took us awhile to wake him up
and to get him moving. He had a very difficult time following
directions or giving us any answers. We asked simple questions like:
Why are you here? Where do you live? Why are you only wearing tighty
whiteys? He could not come up with a home address or phone a friend,
so he went to jail for public intoxication. Thursday was the first day of the Final Four mobilization. It was all
hands on deck. No one could take off, but regular days off were still
in force. This was scheduled to last until Monday night, the night of
the championship game. I rode with G, the first time that we have
ridden together. We checked by on burglary of a business. The alarm was for the
pharmacy that is on the ground floor of a 17 floor medical building.
Two glass doors had been shattered, but the pharmacy had not been
breached. The stair well doors were unlocked and the elevators were
still on, so we had to check all of the floors. We called for a K-9 to
help out. He started on floor 2 and we started on floor 17 and we met
in the middle without finding a suspect. Later we checked by on a major accident. A guy blew through a stop
sign and slammed into another car. Then the guy that ran the stop
sign, got out of his car and ran off. D was primary officer, and as
soon as he arrived he told us that he had it under control and that we
could go look for the suspect. It was a not so subtle way of saying
LEAVE. We know when we are not wanted, so we desperately tried to find
his suspect, but were unsuccessful. I was by myself on Friday as the print unit. There were not any print
or picture calls during the shift. I checked by on a major accident. A drunk guy from Kentucky who was
here for the Final Four failed to yield the right of way while turning
left and turned right in front of another vehicle. The one ton work
truck that he was driving was hit hard by the car that he turned in
front of. There were tools scattered everywhere and the truck's drive
shaft was broken. The driver of truck was charged with DWI. It was not
the way he planned to start the weekend. Later, I went by on an assault. A male was bleeding from the head. He
was found in the street by residents. He would not tell us what
happened, other than that he "fell and hit his head." He would not
even let the ambulance clean him up, so the primary unit took him home
and left it at that. That concludes another week on patrol.
fluctuated dramatically during the course of the week, and the Final
Four mobilization began. On Monday night we had a bunch of units. You could not swing a dead
cat without hitting the po-po. It was just when we needed them as
well, a Monday night, NOT. It was a painfully slow night. Only one
call dropped in the beat all night and I did not get it. It rained Tuesday night and we had a decent number of units. Fewer
than Monday night, but enough to cover a Tuesday. I was dispatched to
some baby mama drama, other wise known as a family disturbance. A guy
who had just gotten out of jail serving time for city warrants, came
to his baby's mama's house and picked a fight. He wanted to leave with
his stuff. He not only wanted his clothes, he wanted everything that
he had paid for that was in the apartment, including the baby stuff.
Very mature. She responded by getting mad and throwing all of his
stuff out on the porch. He looked through the stuff but did not find
his Gucci watch that he said was in the apartment. She said that she
did not know the location of the watch. I told him to grab his stuff
(not the baby stuff), leave, and do not come back tonight. She said
that he had been violent in the past, which was not surprising. Why
can't we all just get along? Late in the shift I found out that H has to go to phase 5 for report
writing. He failed that category during phase 4 evaluation. Report
writing was his strength while I trained him. This is my first rookie
that I have trained that has had to go to phase 5 of the training
program. It was bound to happen sometime. We were short handed on Wednesday night. On the nights that I work, we
have our fewest units on Wednesday. It is just the way that the
schedule and days off has worked out. We have too many officers off
either Tue/Wed or Wed/Thurs. I was dispatched to a disturbance. A female and her 4 year old son
were staying with a boyfriend who lives with his aunt in government
housing. The aunt sold a Lincoln Navigator (remember they live in
government housing) to the female for $5000. She even had a signed
bill of sale. So far, the female had paid $2000 of the $5000 owed. The
female wanted the keys to the Navigator since she was being kicked out
of the apartment for stealing from the aunt. The aunt would not give
up the keys. I spoke with a district attorney who confirmed that this
was a civil matter that a justice of the peace court could handle.
After we told her that she was not leaving with the Navigator, the
female wanted all of her stuff out of the apartment. She had lots of
clothes, a child, and 2 flat screen TVs, and no vehicle. Her mom was
nice enough to come and pick her up. The mom loaded everything into a
car while the female just cried. I felt bad for the mom and the child. I checked by with J on a disturbance at a Jack in the Box drive
through. A Mini Cooper stopped in the line to look at the menu. He was
not by the call box. He took his time and was there for awhile while
cars started to back up behind him. The car behind the Mini honked
their horn. The guys in the Mini threw up one finger salutes and
called her a bitch in response. Then her boyfriend got out of the car
and approached the Mini. The guys in the Mini got scared and they
called the police. J told them, "don't throw the finger if you can't
back it up." A little later, J and I were dispatched to a person down at a very
nice apartment complex. The call slip said that a male was sleeping
outside the caller's door wearing just his underwear. We arrived,
found the correct apartment, and sure enough, a black male wearing
just his tighty whiteys was asleep in front of the door. He was using
his jeans and t-shirt as a pillow. It took us awhile to wake him up
and to get him moving. He had a very difficult time following
directions or giving us any answers. We asked simple questions like:
Why are you here? Where do you live? Why are you only wearing tighty
whiteys? He could not come up with a home address or phone a friend,
so he went to jail for public intoxication. Thursday was the first day of the Final Four mobilization. It was all
hands on deck. No one could take off, but regular days off were still
in force. This was scheduled to last until Monday night, the night of
the championship game. I rode with G, the first time that we have
ridden together. We checked by on burglary of a business. The alarm was for the
pharmacy that is on the ground floor of a 17 floor medical building.
Two glass doors had been shattered, but the pharmacy had not been
breached. The stair well doors were unlocked and the elevators were
still on, so we had to check all of the floors. We called for a K-9 to
help out. He started on floor 2 and we started on floor 17 and we met
in the middle without finding a suspect. Later we checked by on a major accident. A guy blew through a stop
sign and slammed into another car. Then the guy that ran the stop
sign, got out of his car and ran off. D was primary officer, and as
soon as he arrived he told us that he had it under control and that we
could go look for the suspect. It was a not so subtle way of saying
LEAVE. We know when we are not wanted, so we desperately tried to find
his suspect, but were unsuccessful. I was by myself on Friday as the print unit. There were not any print
or picture calls during the shift. I checked by on a major accident. A drunk guy from Kentucky who was
here for the Final Four failed to yield the right of way while turning
left and turned right in front of another vehicle. The one ton work
truck that he was driving was hit hard by the car that he turned in
front of. There were tools scattered everywhere and the truck's drive
shaft was broken. The driver of truck was charged with DWI. It was not
the way he planned to start the weekend. Later, I went by on an assault. A male was bleeding from the head. He
was found in the street by residents. He would not tell us what
happened, other than that he "fell and hit his head." He would not
even let the ambulance clean him up, so the primary unit took him home
and left it at that. That concludes another week on patrol.
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