I don't know why, but I have Bill the Cat on my mind.  Weird?!  I intentionally refrain from putting too much personal information out there in cbyer space, so I will just say this, "The trip was awesome!"

 

No it wasn't a hole in the wall in Mexico.  :)   

 

Now I have to get back in the mood of being normal.  Having a job and stuff.  I can honestly say that I didn't think of my job, during my trip, other than making an off handed comment regarding the local cops. 

 

Tomorrow, I will be back on the streets, so my next blog entry will be made shortly after.  Something is always happening at work. 

 

J

I’m outta here…

 

So I’ll be off the BLOG for a few weeks, because I am having myself a vacation.  Yahoo! 

 

It really hit me, that I was going to be somewhere nicer than the place I work, when I was in the most recent crack house.  One of the most pro-active officers in my precinct, who is probably the most veteran officer, conducted a “knock and talk” at a dealers house.  This is when you have no warrant, or probably cause for arrest, and simply knock on the door.  If they don’t open the door, there is nothing we can do.

 

Most of the time they do open the door, which is always good for a laugh, because there’s usually drugs, or other illegal items in plain view.  That gives us the authority to go in.  Idiots.  The same goes for vehicle searches, “Hey buddy?  There’s nothing illegal in this car is there?  You don’t mind if I give it a quick search do ya?”  They almost always consent. 

 

Of course, when we get into a courtroom, they deny giving us permission, and if we do get the seized items into play, then they try and convince the jurors that the police are lying.  I can’t say that I blame them.  If I was an idiot, gave permission to a couple of cops to come inside and have a “talk”, and they ended up arresting me, because I left a baggie of cocaine on the table, I’d lie in court too.

 

The problem is that most jurors can’t fathom that a felon would lie to avoid prison.  Why would he let the cops in?!  They are most often swayed to side with the felon and believe that the cops are lying.  It’s a fact though, most criminals are THAT stupid. 

 

So these two cops conduct a “knock and talk” and the bad guy opens the door.  Sure enough there’s lines of cocaine, on a mirror, on the coffee table, just 3 feet from the door.  Lot’s of drug paraphernalia too.  The bad guy tries to close the door, but the cops force their way inside.  Next thing to happen is 4 more bad guys join the fight.  5 bad guys and 2 good guys.  Not good odds.

 

The screams of “Help the Officer!” come out over the airwaves and we fly to the scene.  All 3 of us.  Yes, we are that short of police officers.  5 on 5 is much better and we end up winning the “fight”.  I’m guarding one of the suspects, a 6 month pregnant hooked, who admits to smoking crack, but tells me she stopped last week, because she is pregnant.  Wow…

 

I’m looking around, there’s stolen items everywhere, drug stuff, crack addicts, rotten/spoiled food everywhere, and the place smells like the worst armpit of the world.  I never imagined, prior to becoming a cop, being inside such a place.  I look over at another officer and say, “Ya know…It finally hit me.  I’m going to be in ##### in 5 days. <SIGH>” 

 

J