Wash and I scrummed a wanted guy.
He was high on meth, heart pounding,
soaked in sweat, and paranoid.
He's hallucinating, seeing gunmen
walking up to shoot him, claiming
Wash has a needle ready to stick him
in the legs and eyes.
We guided him to the ground and held on
as he bucked up, again and again,
lifting 440 plus pounds of officers,
for eight minutes until cover could arrive.
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