Working with sex offenders gets tricky.  It’s really hard to learn about some of the things these probationers have done, breaks down your faith in humanity.  One of the very few upsides is you really don’t have to feel badly for them.  They have done terrible things, and if you catch them doing something again,... Continue Reading →

It never rains in Southern California, but when it does, it causes a lot of havoc.  It’s like it builds up over time and dumps on us all at once.  Right around the time John (The Green Mile) and I first started out, we got hit with a storm, pouring rain and freezing cold.  We... Continue Reading →

I can appreciate an experienced gangster, they have been around long enough to know how to keep attention from building up around them.  While on probation or parole, they always show up on time, test clean of any drugs, attend any program I ask, never complain, and they are always polite.  Daniel was one of... Continue Reading →

Eddie was a small, feisty terrier mix I got at the pound.  He was there for a little over a year, and was claimed by at least one family who returned him.  His first weekend with me was rough, he was recovering from surgery on his eye from a fight, he had pneumonia, and wouldn’t... Continue Reading →

For a few years I was stationed part time with the Mid City police station’s night detective team.  I would work Thursday and Friday nights from two to midnight.  I met some remarkable people while working there.  We would follow up on any issues the day time detective teams could not.  We’d go to night... Continue Reading →

One of the best parts of the job was extraditions.  If someone had a warrant out of our County, ran away, and got arrested in another state, we had to go get them.  The other state would let us know and give us a few days to get there for pickup.  Since the probationer was... Continue Reading →

Billy Feral (I had to change his identity for the purposes of this story, but his real name was just as fantastic and fitting) was a giant, at least 6’8” about 390 pounds.  Billy was a homeless man living in a tent.  He had some hygiene issues, to put it kindly.  If he was in... Continue Reading →

It’s my birthday today.  I’m not happy about it. Gone are the days of short ribs, Bronco rides, and beers.  Now, I only have the echos of my own voice to keep me company in this empty house.  To make it worse, I stumbled across some grim memes telling me based on my age how... Continue Reading →