The week on patrol, June 27 - July 1, 2011

This was my first full week back from my vacation. A and I rode together two nights and were told that we could not ride together on two other nights. Strange. Right now there are different rules for different officers.  

On Monday I was by myself. We were a little short handed with only 8 units in the district. Call volume was normal with mostly mundane calls such as  illegal parking, suspicious people, loud noise, and alarms.

A few hours into the shift, R asked for units to check by with him code 2 which means "get here quickly". He had a disturbance with a white male that claimed to be a psychic and was seeing a man that had died a month earlier. I spoke to his roommate. He said that he was asleep and all of the sudden, the suspect just started freaking out. The roommate was in fear and kicked him out of the apartment and told him to go to his grandmother's house. The psychic went down a block to his grandmother's house and immediately started trashing the place. The grandmother could not hold him down and called us. He had calmed down by the time we arrived. He was checked out by an ambulance, and R decided to leave him with grandma. A few hours later, I got dispatched to a disturbance on the same block and I arrived to find the same psychic man and his grandmother covered in blood. The psychic had decided that he wanted to go back to his boyfriend's house and grandma followed him. On the street, they were both jumped and robbed by two males. While the robbers were hitting the man, grandma jumped in to try to protect him. They do not live in the best part of town. The man was transported to the hospital and the grandma went back inside after getting treated by an ambulance.  

A and I rode together on Tuesday. We were dispatched to a disturbance at an apartment complex. The call slip said there was a male inside an apartment refusing to leave. I knocked on the door and a 6'5" black man wearing a dress answered the door. There was another, shorter, black man dressed as a man in the apartment as well. Turns out this was called in by an estranged lover who was trying to create drama for the cross dresser. Like a cross dresser needs any more drama. As we were dealing with this disturbance, another one spilled out into the courtyard of the complex. So, we finished up with the cross dresser and headed downstairs. They had slammed the door shut by the time we got down there, so I knocked. A female holding a young child answered the door. I could see at least 5 other people inside the apartment. I asked if everything was alright, and she responded, "we are having a family *&%$^&%$." The last word was complete gibberish. I said, "a family what?" She said a family discussion. Oh, a discussion. Because to us it sounded like a family yelling match. Everyone inside the apartment was ok, so we asked them to keep the "discussion" a little quieter.     

We went to the Chevron to use the rest room and to get a drink and there was an officer making a traffic stop in the parking lot. It was an officer, M, who used to work with us and he was out working DWI overtime. He arrested the driver and asked A if she would she her for him. A did the search and found about $100 in cash on her in various pockets. She showed her all of the money and then put it all in her back right pocket. A few hours later, M called and asked A where she had put the money since they could not find it on the arrested driver. A told him exactly where she had put the money. M had checked his patrol car and the areas where the suspect had been and could not find the money. M took her to jail and told the jailer that she had the money on her person somewhere. So, the jailer strapped on some gloves and went and did her job. She found the money. The suspect had taken the money and hidden it in her vagina. The suspect told the jailer that she was scared that the money would be stolen from her in jail. Doubtful. We think that she was trying to hide it and then later drop a complaint blaming A for stealing the money as a way of deflecting attention away from her during her DWI trial. Crazy.

On Wednesday A and I rode together and we were short handed with only 6 units in the district. We were dispatched to a littering complainant at a local no-tell motel. The called said that another tenant had dropped trash in front of the caller's door. She confronted the litterer and did not get any satisfaction. When we arrived, there was not any trash in front of her door. A told her that there was not anything that we could do since it happened on private property. We advised her to call the hotel front desk to get some action. 

Later, we were sent to a criminal mischief / just occurred at a nearby fast food restaurant. We arrived and the manager came running out to tell us that 3 males had assaulted another male in the drive through line. We got a description and started looking around for those involved. A few minutes later we were flagged down by the victim who was in his vehicle. He told us that he was in the drive through line when three males walked up to his vehicle and started talking trash to him. He said that he had never seen the males before and had no prior contact with them. He told them that he did not want any trouble. Then one of the males broke out a window of the victim's vehicle with his palm. At that point, the victim drove away. We gathered his information and then returned to the restaurant where they told us that they had the incident on video. We noted that in our report. 

On Thursday I rode by myself. We were short handed again and this time they would not let us ride together. I ran a bunch of calls, and only one of them was interesting. I checked by on a CIT (crazy person) disturbance where the call slip said that a male was yelling and screaming and punching walls. When I arrived, the crazy male was sitting on a curb talking to a friend. The friend told me that the crazy male was not crazy, just drunk. The problem was the male had been taken back into his apartment twice already and had returned outside yelling and screaming while wearing less and less clothing. When he came out this time, he was only wearing a t-shirt, no pants, no drawers, no shoes. While he was sitting, he got tired and decided to lay on the ground, in the fetal position, with his rear pointed towards two female officers. They were not amused. It was difficult not to laugh. I asked him where he lived and he gave me 6 different apartment numbers. We were finally able to find his correct apartment to get him some pants. His roommate was home and the roommate agreed to take custody of him for us. We assured the drunk male that if he returned outside, he would go to jail, pants or not.

I was the print unit on Friday. The desk sergeant told A and I that we could not ride together. We were told later in the shift that A and I could have ridden together. At times, it seems like the left hand does not know what the right hand is doing. 

I received one picture call during the shift. It was a domestic disturbance. The male told me that he and his girlfriend had just moved into a new house. Tonight, they went out to celebrate. According to him, on the way home, she freaked out and started yelling at him. A few blocks from home, she stopped the car and screamed at him to get out of her car, which he did. He walked home and once he went inside, she started yelling at him again. He sat down to take off his shoes, and she attacked him. She bit him twice on the leg and once on the arm drawing blood while leaving teeth impressions. He was able to get away from her and called the police. She went to jail for assault and I photographed his injuries. 

That concludes another week on patrol.

    

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