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.
Ray came up to me tonight all screams and gestures.
I told him I was working a purse snatch and needed to stay on the case.
I asked for hug, gave it to him, and went on with the case.
Posted by: RD | June 22, 2022 at 02:57 AM