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The outlaw motorcycle gang member who went off the road one night while riding with his gang. He went down an embankment
at full speed, hit a tree, and was DRT. (“Dead Right There”) I thought about that one a lot afterward; specifically, how easy it
would be to do murder by motorcycle. Like, if you were in a motorcycle gang and you wanted to whack one of your guys, you
simply get him really drunk, maybe spike his drinks with some heavy grade sleeping pills, and then get him to go out on a ride.
When you get to a good curve in the road with a steep embankment, just come alongside and give his bike a good kick to veer
him down the hill into a tree. An autopsy would show presumed impairment by alcohol and medications, and who would suspect
murder when it looks like an accident?

There I was in the police station, logged into the county jail’s phone call recording database. I’m listening to phone calls made
by a woman I had caught stealing purses from a church; she had been calling her mother to complain about the jail. I was hoping
to get some kind of admission or confession, which would have been legally admissible since the prisoner phone calls are not
protected private speech. At that moment, our building janitor/cleaning lady came in to clean the squad room. It was her
daughter that I had arrested. And was listening to.

Me, looking past several paramedics into a guy’s bedroom. His sick wife had unexpectedly died in her sleep next to him and
when he woke up she was cold. Now he was kneeling on the floor next to the bed, holding her in his arms and crying. She was
only a few years older than my wife.

Woman calls 911 to report harassing voice mails on her phone. I go to her house and talk to her. She plays the voicemails, they’re
all like “You bitch if you snapchat my husband one more goddamned time I am coming for you so help me god you bitch!” I
looked at the woman. ‘Wow, she seems really mad. What’s her problem with you?” I asked. Woman looks down and quietly
admits “I’ve been sleeping with her husband.”

Car v. Bicycle accident scene. Bicyclist was hit so hard he was knocked out of his shoes. Do this job long enough, you’ll see that
more than once. Or in my case, several times. Skateboarder v car; yep; both shoes went flying. Pedestrian v car; yep, one still-
laced tight shoe went flying an alarmingly long distance away. What a freaky thing to see.