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Ray's Off Fourth

 

 

Ray is raging again. He is the perfect storm of meth and mental illness. As we roll up, he runs up to Heartbreak and Shotte, screaming, "Who called you? I'm going to fight you."

As he points at their car, he stays, "I know you and I know you!. That is one and two!"

He sees my prowler and charges, and then stops as he sees me. 

He yells, "I like you!"

Ray yells to the spectators, "These cops are my friends. One, Two, Three! They will protect me."

Ray you got to go home.

Shotte and Heartbreaker endorse the idea and more.

It takes a minute for Ray to find his keys and gather his shoes, but he leaves and causes no more disturbances downtown for the night. 

 

 

 

 

On 5th

 

Somebody won a foot pursuit with a 20 year old tonight, and he might be over 50!

 

 

B Shift

 

As of September 1st, B Shift is will go away, at least until we can hire and train more officers. 

 

 

After A Month Away

 

After a month assigned to their primary function, the traffic officers have been folded back into patrol. 

 

 

The Eye

 

 

 

 

Ending Scrums

 

 

From my last use of force review, 

 

"Officer RD used physical strength to secure the suspect safely in the patrol car. He arrived quickly to assist officers that had been struggling with the suspect for several minutes."

 

 

 

 

 

Ivy

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday's Scrum

 

Snake Charmer had a trainee for a few days. She had her trainee respond to my calls, so the new officer would get into a use of force. Today, the trainee went to Nights, and missed my regular Thursday scrum.

 

 

Predictable

 

It's Thursday. My sergeant told the other shift sergeants, I'd use force tonight. He is a smart man. He can spot a pattern. I did not disappoint. 

 

 

On Fourth, On the 6th Floor

 

Dale is dead. He's not breathing. His face is blue. There's a cap at his shoulder, a needle at his elbow. He used a speaker cord as a tie-off. 

I pull out the narcan from my med bag, remove the packaging, and put the expelling end in his nose. I press the plunger.

In a five count, Dale breathes. It's snorting, snoring breath, but he's breathing. 

By the time fire arrives, I canned the rig and pulled his ID from his pocket. 

They give him an IV and two more doses down the line.

Twenty-five minutes later, he's awake and talking, lucky his "date" called dispatch to keep him alive.