I started work at 7:30pm last night. Was almost non-stop with fireworks calls, fights, a stolen motorcycle, and typical ghetto nonsense from the time we got on the road until 3:30am. It was so busy I caught a guy dead-to-rights smoking weed on the street in front of a bar, made sure it was "just weed", handed him back his pipe and said, "have a nice night."
At 3:30, I tried to take a short break to give the guys inside a rest and some cold drinks (the AC is broken), and was immediately sprung by one of my cops screaming that he had been shot. I ran up 15 flights of project stairs to get to him (thank god his vest stopped it), coordinated a search for the perp floor-by-floor (if you've never room/hall cleared, its very ass-puckering), and then spent 5 hours waiting to be questioned by suits who were sleeping in their comfortable beds while this poor cop was taking a bullet directly above his heart.
I just got home. I need a beer.
Keep it going...
At 3:30, I tried to take a short break to give the guys inside a rest and some cold drinks (the AC is broken), and was immediately sprung by one of my cops screaming that he had been shot. I ran up 15 flights of project stairs to get to him (thank god his vest stopped it), coordinated a search for the perp floor-by-floor (if you've never room/hall cleared, its very ass-puckering), and then spent 5 hours waiting to be questioned by suits who were sleeping in their comfortable beds while this poor cop was taking a bullet directly above his heart.
I just got home. I need a beer.
Keep it going...