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We catch a guy doing something criminal, I can’t remember what exactly and there’s a short discussion between myself and the
other officer on duty as to who has to drive him to the jail. I decided to amuse my coworker by suggesting a Rock/Paper/Scissors
method, which he agreed to. I then said ‘I choose rock!” which rewarded me with seeing his confused face. “Uh, then I choose
paper,” he replied and I said “Ah dangit I lost again!” and I think he may have seriously thought for a moment that I had no idea
how to play the game. Yeah, stupid fun. Anyway, I took the guy to the jail. As we walk into the intake booking area I asked him
“Have you been here before?" Client: "Yeah, two or three times." Me: "Okay." Client, very defensively: "I'm not a criminal!"

Municipal traffic court is in session. One of the defendants, present for a charge of operating a motor vehicle with a suspended
drivers license, gets sentenced by the judge to go to jail for a few days. The defendant, a black gentleman, gets rather upset and
bitterly complains to me about it, because I’m the one who takes him to jail. “Of all those other guys facing the judge today, I’m
the only one going to jail. You know why that is, officer? It’s because I’m black! I feel picked on!” I tried to explain to him that
race played no part in his case, and did he notice the prosecutor herself just happened to be African-American?

Me, standing in a woman’s living room of her house which was built in the late 1970’s and never updated in any way at all over
the next 40 years. I’m talking dark wood doors and wall trim, cheap ass ugly brass-colored light fixtures, aluminum framed
windows, Formica countertops, filthy carpet, dirty cobwebs in the corners of the walls and popcorn textured ceilings, etc. She’s
mad cause her husband died 5 years earlier and her sons, now in their mid-20’s are complete fat lazy dope-smoking unemployed
slacker bums and they still live at home, and they’ve decided to push back against her by incorporating very foul language into
their arguments. She wants one of them out, so she called for the police to remove him. Sigh..that’s me and another officer. Not
our first time out there. Okay. The older son, maybe 27 or so, is walking back and forth in front of us out in the driveway, quite
agitated. “What the fuck are you looking at?” he taunted at us. “Look at you, with your dumb faces.” I didn’t know if I felt like
laughing at him or punching him. Then he yelled at his mother. “I said give me your fucking car keys so I can go!”