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I caught and drove an old ex-con repeat-offender to jail once, I think he had a warrant or something simple and usual. He was
so old – like late 60’s old – that I had to cuff his hands in front of him because he couldn’t bend his arms behind him. On the
way to the jail, I had the back windows rolled down a bit for air. So it turns out he had a great opportunity to very easily reach
into his front shirt pocket and remove that tiny little thin baggie of crystal methamphetamine and just toss it out the window.
Even if I had seen him doing that, he would have totally gotten away with it. But no. He actually forgot all about that meth, and
so when it was discovered in the jail intake booking, he got charged with attempting to bring drugs into the jail. He had so many
prior convictions that the drug charge there put him over the top and earned him another stay in prison. Not jail….PRISON.
Think about this for a moment – he went back to prison because he forgot to get the meth out of his front shirt pocket. What
kind of a brain-fried moron do you have to be to forget about the drugs in your shirt pocket when you’re in police custody?!?

The mechanic who rented a house and filled the driveway with so many old junked project cars that they overflowed out onto
the street. Nobody in the neighborhood was happy; they called 911 all the time to complain. This went for a few years. Then one
day the mechanic stopped renting and he bought his own house, and moved away. The neighborhood was happy again. But it
turns out the house he bought was on the same street, literally just two houses away from his old rental.

One night we caught 8 Navy SEALS after a bar fight; USN v USCG. USN won of course. I really wish the SEALS had got away
though; their designated sober driver really did not do a good enough job being the getaway driver of their white navy van.
While I was carefully typing my report, I just kept thinking about how many high ranking officers and JAG’s in who knows how
many different commands were going to be reading it. I heard later the SEALS were all transferred to the Middle East somewhere.