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A developer paved a large new roadway that dead ended in a cul de sac; awaiting future commercial development. Perfect place
for police motorcycle training. The department motor officer set up a bunch of traffic cones and spray painted their positions
so future trainings could be held without setting up dozens of cones every time. One day when I was up there (not on a
motorcycle) a citizen pointed to the spray painted marking, in even spacings and complex patterns. “You know what that all
that is?” he said to me. He wasn’t asking me, he was declaratively stating. “Those are battle formations for anarchists!” I looked
closely at him to see if he was serous. He was. “Yup, this is where they practice their protests and lining up against the police!”

A woman got into an argument with her loser boyfriend. He managed to take both sets of her car keys when she wasn’t looking,
and then he walked away and disappeared. Which was a problem for her, since she lived about 2 hours away and was stranded
in a parking lot. Myself and another officer used some tools to unlock her car so she could at least sit in it while she waited to
see if boyfriend was going to come back. She mentioned to us that he had done time in prison. More than once. When I asked
what his crimes were, she said she wasn’t really sure. Also interesting, the huge smashed area on her windshield he had caused.

I knock on the house door and a young man about 13 years old answers. I presume he’s Josh but he tells me he’s Elizabeth, and
I realize too late he’s a she, not transgender, just very, very boyish looking. I apologize profusely and she turns away, telling me
that it’s a common thing with her. (Because honestly, she looked very much like a boy and not like a girl at all). Anyway, her
dad comes to the door and I tell him that the juvenile detention center is done holding Elizabeth and Josh’s other brother and
dad needs to go pick him up. Dad refused. He said JV could just keep him there until he was 18.