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While on routine patrol, I saw the weidest thing in an a covered apartment parking lot one night: a parked gyrocopter. A very
small one; too small even for a cabin. Looked like a Benson X-25A. Of course it wasn’t flying..it was just parked there. I checked
in on it regularly and then one day after a few months it was gone and never came back.

There we were at the firearms range, shooting our new Glocks, making little holes in the target papers. One of the reserve officers
had an aftermarket not OEM magazine and it somehow misfed a cartridge round in the chamber incorrectly, causing the bullet
casing to burst out via a partly open ejection port and get blown into pieces; resulting in a shrapnel hit just below his eye. Yikes.

The only other real injury I saw while shooting at the firearms range was when another reserve officer held his gun up too close
to his head during a close quarters building search simulation; he had the back of the gun just a couple inches from his face and
when the slide recoiled back, it smacked him right between his eyes. A fast-thinking range instructor made him pose for a photo,
which was hilarious. Looked like a bloody snake bite above the ridge of his nose.

Mom finds drugs in living room; blames 16 year old daughter. Calls police. I respond with another officer and the teenager,
confronted with the evidence, resorts to the tactic of trying to convince us that the drugs really belonged to her mom, and that
mom was clearly trying to set her up.