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Three years later: that guy wanted to be a volunteer police officer. His application was immediately disqualified because he had
been convicted for ending the teens fighting by showing off his gun to them and we all still remembered.

The really crazy man who called 911 at random to report imaginary crimes happening to him, like people were pouring battery
acid into his ear and raping him. Those kinds of things. When he got too worked up we’d go to his house and encourage him to
smoke lots of marijuana; even back in the days when it was still illegal. Because it totally calmed him down. We made an
exception for him. His major claim to fame was one day when he got kicked out of a bar he got mad and drove into the bar in
his truck. Literally. Drove into the bar. Killed some folks in there. He could not be tried in court because he was criminally
insane. So after some time in the state psychiatric hospital, he was kind of stabilized and then set free. A couple decades later
none of his neighbors knew about that. I mean they knew he was weird, but they had no idea he had a couple homicides under
his belt and had never gone to prison for it. Do you know who YOUR neighbors are?

The poor kid who had his expensive tricked-out purple pickup truck stolen from a fast food restaurant while he dined inside.
During broad daylight, with lots of people around. The truck was found a county away one week later off a forest service road;
it had been intentionally rammed into a few trees and then finished off with an axe. Completely and utterly destroyed. When
the owner came to the impound yard to identify his truck he broke down in tears and vowed to never love a car again.

The 40-year old naked autistic woman in her parent’s kitchen, freaking the fuck out and slapping herself hard all over and
screaming, because she was super autistic. She was not a good looking woman naked. That one caused me mental scars. And I
had to go out there more than once.