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Old guy lived on a boat moored dockside at the public port for 30 years. Got mad one day when one of the tires on his Jeep in
the parking lot got chalked by a port employee. I guess one too many goddamn times. He confronted the port employees in
their office and pulled out a handgun. Cause, you know, they put a chalk line on one of his tires. That was his last day of living
there at the port.

I caught an assault suspect guy with a baseball bat. Then later in the week I caught another guy who had choked his girlfriend.
About a day later I realized that in one week I had caught a Batman…and a Choker.

I dealt with a lot of scam victims (too many, really) who were defrauded out of their hard earned money. This short story is
about the divorcee who gave her half of the divorce settlement -$50,000 dollars – to an unlicensed, unbonded, uninsured “general
contractor” she had met at a friends’ party after he mentioned he could build her a new house. She gave him all of her money
up front, and then he left town without building her a house. “Please don’t tell my ex-husband about this,” the victim tearfully
begged me. “He thinks I can’t manage my finances!”

The time an old guy driving a classic Mustang brake-checked the tailgating kid behind him, who was also driving a Mustang.
But a newer one. The kid behind him totally ran into the back of the old Mustang. Yep, it was a very preventable car accident. I
happily wrote tickets to both of them; the guy in front got a ticket for stopping in the roadway for no good damn reason and the
kid behind got a ticket for following too close. The best part was that I had been busy on another call and it took me like 10
minutes for me to arrive on the scene, giving those two idiots plenty of time to ruefully stare at each other and their crashed
cars.