Year is1994: Ok...so I’m gassing up my unit and talking with my girlfriend, Oli, (Now my wife) on my cell phone. After hanging up with her, I left the bulk plant, which is next to Mono park and I went down Golden Way for a routine patrol drive when this chick, in a fancy dress, started flagging me down in the middle of the street. I stopped and immediately notified dispatch about it and she opened my door, and I don’t know how in the hell she did this, but she somehow climbed over me and the steering wheel to be on the other side of passenger seat! Why she didn’t use the passenger door? I’ll never know. She then starts telling me, in Spanish, not to have some guy touch her and I was like “What guy?” Then suddenly my door opened again and here this idiot tries to crawl over me to get to this girl...what the....people...my car has another door to it..you know...anyway this dumb-ass doesn’t say a word and is being terco trying to reach out to her, so I pushed him back and made enough space for me to get my ass out.
The girl in my car starts to panic saying, “Por favor oficial no le dejes que me toque” and I’m like...”Ok..what's going on here” and this pendejo keeps trying to get to her by getting into my car, so I grabbed the son-of-a-bitch and told him “Dude...calm your shit down” but noooo, stupido keeps being ignorant, so I shove him against my unit, but this vato turns around on me and starts to throw blows. Ok...motherfucker, so the fight is on and I end up flopping this dern fool to the ground and was able to pinned him down with my knee and I tried to turn him over to place the cuffs on, but then all of sudden I feel a dozen hands on my back trying to pull me off of this guy, but they were actually causing more harm than being a rescue. One of them got brave and went for my weapon, so I backed away, but little desperado tried to escape from me by running toward his house, so I became a pro defensive player and tackled his ass, but there was a fallen chain-link fence next to us and I knocked the whole damm thing over. These yahoos then decided to play pile up and started jumping on top of me, but a few minutes later, I felt what appeared to be somebody being beaten on with something hard and then I heard someone yell in agony, so I looked up and saw my partner, Rhino, going crazy with his ASP baton hitting everything in sight.
The zombies scrambled for cover, but they regrouped and started advancing toward us, so I yelled “11-99” (Officer needs assistance) on the Police radio and the calvary came running tooting their horns and when they arrived it was every man for himself. The whole damm street was in a brawl with mace spray being shot all over the place, even on me, but after it was all said and done, four guys were in custody, except for my guy, so I wiped the sting out of my eyes and searched inside this old shack that was behind the primary residence and there was tonto sitting on the edge of a bed with his head down because it appeared that someone really jacked his eyes up with pepper spray. “You thought you got away...huh...cabron!” I told him as I pushed him to the ground and cuffed his ass.
Hours later, everyone got booked and I found out how everything got started, which was because the girl did not want to go out with this guy (the main suspect) because he was drunk and could not take no for an answer....can you believe that shit! All that fiasco for a drunk ass fool with a broken heart, who refuses to accept it...the next time I got wiser and took a longer lunch break instead!
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