Here's a small gun I found on a routine pat-down of a guy stopped for having a suspended license plate. It's shown next to my papermate pen to give you an idea of the scale. It was loaded with five .22 caliber German subsonic bullets. The guy was cooperative and told me the gun was in his pocket but this is always a reminder of how small and easily concealable some weapons are.
A neighboring precinct was backed up with calls so I volunterred to go over and help out. The area has a reputation for being very 'active' and didn't disappoint. There were shootings, foot pursuits, robberies, assaults, and stolen vehicles all night long. The hours flew by as I raced from one hot call to another. Like I've said before: Time flies when you're having gun.
I met up for dinner with two academy classmates who work the area. They tried talking me into transferring to their precinct but I'm happy where I'm at. There's a large hispanic population in that area and I don't know how they can do their job without speaking Spanish. They raved about the non stop action but later admitted to getting burned out.
Last week a crazy guy believing himself to be God decided he needed to cleanse the Earth of Mother Theresa. He forced his way into his 65 year old neighbor's house (named Theresa) and attacked her. She tried to defend herself with a kitchen knife and cut up his hands pretty severly. Is wasn't enough for the psycho, though, as he beat her to the ground and then stomped her to death with his bare feet. He was a bloody mess when police arrived but was calm and content he had acted with holy grace. I've never understood the seemingly frequent connection between crazy people and religion (especially when the outcome is violent).