HeavyStick
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Last year 12/22/01, I was on patrol and I got a call of Domestic Assault in progress.
Lights are on (no sirens to scare off aggressor) I'm doing 80-90 through the city. It's 2am and the name comes over the radio, "Smith" one of our regular dysfunctional customers.
I get within two blocks of the house, I turn off my rotaters and flashers. Dispatch reports 2 registered weapons in the house. I stop 2 houses down and run to the residence. I hear these high pitched screams, adrenaline is flowing at 200% now. I turn the corner and see the wife whipping the shit out of her husband with a plastic candy cane (2 broken ones are lying at her feet). She is about 5'11 and is pushing 350. (Actually I think she knocked it over.) He is 5'10 and weighs a pillowy 225, not an ounce of muscle on this bag-o-shit. She looks up at me and keeps whipping him.
"Danielle" put the cane down.
*thunk thunk thunk*
I pull out my pepper spray (left hand) and my sidearm goes into my right.
"DANIELLE" GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!!.
*THUNK* Then she lays down.
He gets up and comes toward me.
"Steve" get down.
She's kicking my ass and you want me to...... (pepper spray takes over the conversation for him) He then realizes his terrible mistake of coming toward me for help.
Well after more cops get there we sort everything out.
Neighbors say both were drinking. "Danielle" was itching for an argument. "Steve" got up to go to bed, he wanted to prevent an argument. She pushed him through the screen door and when he didn't stand up quick enough, she helped him stay down with the power of misplaced Christmas Spirit.
Moral of the story.
Don't increase holiday stress with alcohol.
Be conservative with Christmas decorations, all 3 candy-canes used to whip "Steve's" ass were within arms reach of where he fell.
When a cop tells you something listen.
Lights are on (no sirens to scare off aggressor) I'm doing 80-90 through the city. It's 2am and the name comes over the radio, "Smith" one of our regular dysfunctional customers.
I get within two blocks of the house, I turn off my rotaters and flashers. Dispatch reports 2 registered weapons in the house. I stop 2 houses down and run to the residence. I hear these high pitched screams, adrenaline is flowing at 200% now. I turn the corner and see the wife whipping the shit out of her husband with a plastic candy cane (2 broken ones are lying at her feet). She is about 5'11 and is pushing 350. (Actually I think she knocked it over.) He is 5'10 and weighs a pillowy 225, not an ounce of muscle on this bag-o-shit. She looks up at me and keeps whipping him.
"Danielle" put the cane down.
*thunk thunk thunk*
I pull out my pepper spray (left hand) and my sidearm goes into my right.
"DANIELLE" GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!!.
*THUNK* Then she lays down.
He gets up and comes toward me.
"Steve" get down.
She's kicking my ass and you want me to...... (pepper spray takes over the conversation for him) He then realizes his terrible mistake of coming toward me for help.
Well after more cops get there we sort everything out.
Neighbors say both were drinking. "Danielle" was itching for an argument. "Steve" got up to go to bed, he wanted to prevent an argument. She pushed him through the screen door and when he didn't stand up quick enough, she helped him stay down with the power of misplaced Christmas Spirit.
Moral of the story.
Don't increase holiday stress with alcohol.
Be conservative with Christmas decorations, all 3 candy-canes used to whip "Steve's" ass were within arms reach of where he fell.
When a cop tells you something listen.
