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The time in my rookie year when I confiscated several very large glass marijuana water bongs from an apartment. (Back when
that shit was still totally illegal) and I learned the hard way that the water in those things should really be just dumped out
before putting them in a police car trunk. Because if they tip over and spill out, um, in the trunk, the smell is going to be
absolutely horrid. For a really long time.

Over the years I’ve seen more than several cars crashed into buildings. Almost always older folks who confuse the go pedals with
the stop pedals. Curb jumping, and then smashing into solid structures. To make it really exciting, some folks go through large
plate glass windows, maybe even plow over some couches or benches in a foyer or lobby too. Fortunately I’ve never seen any
people in the buildings get hurt; damage was limited to just property. Interesting to note that if you ever have choice of sending
your out-of-control car into either a building or another car, and you don’t have insurance and are going to have to pay for the
subsequent damage out of pocket; I’d suggest the building every time; buildings are way, way cheaper than cars.

Two Hispanic brothers in their early 20’s were fighting in the trailer park. The loser called 911 to have his bigger brother arrested
and put in jail. Myself and another officer arrived and talk to them. The older brother readily admitted to beating the crap out
his younger brother. The older brother told us that younger brother had taken grandma’s rent money and blew it all at the
casino. Did we arrest the primary aggressor there? No, no we did not. We left. After telling the younger brother that he was
lucky we weren’t going to help beat the shit of him some more, ourselves.

I was driving home, in my patrol car. To my consternation, there was a vehicle right behind me. Was that guy following me, or
just going in the same direction? I kept looking in my rearview mirror, and he kept turning when I did and we were getting
closer to my driveway. No way was I going to let him see which house I was going to, so I kept driving past my house. He
eventually turned away to another destination, and I turned around to go home. Paranoid? Yeah. Was he really following me?
Nah. How many times was this sort of event repeated over the course of my career, with other drivers? Oh, about 60 times.