Raindogblue

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Bugs, Crank, and Worms Crawling

 

The radio call said subject suffering from parasites in his testicles.

The subject told me a worm was crawling up his belly trying to kill him.

 

As he tied clothes around his waist trying to stop the imaginary advance,

he refused to get into the ambulance he demanded.

After 30 minutes of trying, we left him there tweaking in the night. 

 

 

West

 

 

 

 

 

Modesty

 

 

Off Second, knocking on a door

of a Welfare Check, the drunk

woman in apartment shouts,

“Hang on a sec! Let me get shirt!

My tits are hanging out!”

Conquistador and I thanked her

when she opened the door dressed.

 

 

Sidewalk

 

 

 

 

Fire Pit

 

 

 

 

 

The Falls

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rule: Taser

 

In the right situation, at the right time, the taser is a great tool, but never count on it working. Aways have a back up plan.

 

 

On An Empty Street

 

 

 

 

“Officer RD! Officer RD! Do you miss me?”

 

It is Lily. She’s 58 going on 72. She’s tweaking, speaking as fast as her toothless mouth can move.

 

Hello, Lily. How are you doing?

 

She shotguns out sentences in a handful of sections.

 

“Can you call the shelter for me? I am going to be late and I don’t want to lose my spot!”

 

I can give you a ride.

 

“Oh thank you, but I don’t want to be seen in the back of a cop car. “

 

What time do you need to be there?

 

“Twelve-Fifteen. “

 

Well, it’s twelve-twelve now, you better get going.

 

“I can’t walk that far. “

 

Well, I offered you a ride.

 

She says, “What if I lay down in your back seat. No one will see me. Will that be okay?

 

Yes.

 

“Then, can you drop me off around the corner, so no one will see me?”

 

Sure.

 

She jumps bin the backseat and thanks me for dropping her off on an empty street.

 

 

 

A Pause In the Truth

 

Mike's handcuffed to the LP bench at the discount department store. He’s a shoplift pinch possessing a baggy of meth.

What’s with the crystal?

Mike replies, “I work  at a culinary institute. That’s salt. “

I look at him at tilt my head,

raise my eye brow

 

 Does it look like I just fell of a turnip truck?

He blinks, then, stutters out,  “I was just trying to be funny. It’s meth. It’s my meth. “