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I was driving around on patrol and I spotted a fugitive riding some crappy bike down the road. My partner and I confirmed with
dispatch that he had an active warrant for his arrest, so we scooped him up and booked him into the jail. He said his stupid bike
would be fine where it was, leaned up against a light post a couple blocks away from the nearest building or anything. And that,
folks, might explain why you see random things laying around unattended occasionally - because the owners were cuffed and
stuffed by the police. Or hooked and booked, if you prefer.

Karen called from Michigan. She was upset about her grandson in Poulsbo. “He’s on heroin! And I know it’s a problem all over
this country!” Me: “Mmmmmhmmmm…” She continued: “I think he has gun now!” Me: “Okaaaay.” Her: “He’s been on heroin
for years and it’s getting worse! Me: “Mmmmmmhmmmmm…” Her: “Well isn’t there anything you can do to save him?” Me:
“I’m sorry, but if you’re hoping we have some sort of super special program here we can put him in and rehabilitate him, uh, we
don’t.” She then hung up on me. I guess she was hoping we had access to some kind of a super special no-cost rehab program
that we would be able to convince him to go to. Voluntarily. We didn’t.

Guy calls 911, quite upset. He has located his 14 year old runaway daughter at her loser boyfriend’s house. We go out there and
knock on the door. The boyfriend’s dad – an even bigger loser – answers the door and confirms the girl is there in the basement.
He sends her out to her dad. A couple minutes later boyfriend came out, completely baked on marijuana. Runaway’s dad
absolutely ripped into the boy verbally. It was fun to watch, the young man was trying sincerely to not fall down but was swaying
so much back and forth that it almost happened. I could tell that even though he was higher than a kite, the dad’s messages
were getting through to him loud and clear.