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I saw my share of disgusting and horrifying things. I met a lot of really smelly people. The worst ones were pretty dead and
exuding horrific odors of putrefaction and decomposition.

I had to work on a lot of holidays like the 4th of July, Thanksgiving, and Christmas and I missed some birthday parties and family
events. I had to interrupt a lot of meals to respond to emergency calls. If a meal on duty was at a sit down restaurant I always
paid first so I could run out the door if I had to. And sometimes I had to. I ate a lot of meals in my patrol car, learning the hard
way that tacos are not doable. And powdered donuts while in uniform are almost impossible to get away with.

On many different occasions I had drunks, criminals, and very upset people curse at me, spit at me, call me racist, challenge me
and threaten me with physical harm or lawsuits. I had a few customers complain about me to my sergeants, and/or the chief,
and/or the mayor, and/or the newspapers. I saw my name spray painted as graffiti out in public and my name actually appeared
more than once carved onto jail cell doors or walls, including one as a perplexing short love letter. I had to duck out of a few
stores, restaurants, and other public places after spotting former clients of mine who had just been released from jail or prison,
because I never wanted to encounter them with my family accompanying me.