Raindogblue

A First

 

Rolling a two man with Peak, Fire flags us down as we're en route to a man will a crow bar refusing to leave private property. 

On Beggar's, as they gave CPR to man down in the sidewalk, a woman screamed, "Get The Fuck Away From Him!" and doused two of the fire crew in red wine.

She's trying to flee westbound, but we nab her. She doesn't go into cuffs or the car willingly.

The fire fighter taunts  her, "You told me it would take them 23 minutes for police respond.

My guy was here in six seconds."

At booking,, the female deputies jump away from her as they search.  In her shorts, the pinch has a bearded dragon riding on her crotch.

For jail, it's a first. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Only Red

 

Red are calls, priority calls. 

Green are cold calls.

Every precinct is short.

Every Shift is short. 

Cold calls collect

and hold and mold.

There are only red calls.

There aren't officers

to take the green ones.

The Chief knows. 

He says make

the ones you take

count and do them well.

 

 

 

 

Refusal

 

Last night, jail rejected my warrant  pinch since the gal was pregnant and had not received recent prenatal care.

 

 

Younger

 

Those ODing on fetty are getting younger. It's a cheap high. On Wednesday, a drug tourist was 18. He's lucky a regular person passed by in the alley. The addicts next to him would have done nothing. 

 

 

The Blues

 

As of the 3rd, the Pond

has hit last year's OD level. 

79% involved fentanyl.

The rate was 65% last year.

There will only be more.

 

 

 

Hollow Talismans

 

She's a drug tourist. She's clean:

Dressed in heels and new clothes.

The leopard print Covid mask

around her neck is hollow talisman.

Sweat is beading on her forehead.

She is clammy and conscious.

Her pulse is meager.

Foil and straw at hand,

she's another fetty OD.

 8 Mil of Narcan up her nose

and 2 more in her arm,

she's barely breathing.

The medic crew places her

on the gurney before the flow

of urine from her fellow users steams

to the place where she almost died.

 

 

The Curse of Technology

 

Call of the night:

"My upstairs neighbor keeps connecting to my Bluetooth speaker and plays annoying songs. I have talked to her, but she refuses to stop."

 

 

Sparkles

 

At Intake, at jail, the deputy uncuffs my pinch and slides my handcuffs across the custody desk to me. 

I glance at the cufss. 

That's meth. 

The deputy says, "Yeah, you told us he's on meth."

No, on the desk top. That is meth.

I point the field of crystals sparkling on the table. 

He just slide my cuffs across meth spread out from the pockets of the previous custody. 

The room goes silent. 

The other deputies and look, then their heads turn to my deputy. 

"That's his fault."

 

They cleaned the debris as the deputy cleaned my cuffs. 

Variety

 

Last night's pinch hit the trifecta. My custody had Fentanyl in pill, powder, and rock form. 

 

 

Consulting Dix

 

In the pond, per the courts, if a man removes condom during sex, it does not revoke consent.