I was asked by a reader to post this story from my book “Captain Black- True Stories of a Small Town Cop”. And being as how I am always aiming to please, here you go. I hope you enjoy!
There’s two ways to look at life, in my opinion. You can laugh at it or you can cry at it. If you are going to be a cop, you do both, but you especially better be able to laugh at whatever life decides to throw at you.
Myself and another officer, were working one morning when we received an alarm call at an old building on the courthouse square. We both arrived at about the same time and found an open rear door. We made entry and scanned the room.
This building was one of those really old buildings that were built back in the days of saloons and whorehouses. When you walked in through the back door, the room was wide open all the way to the front of the building. There was a stairway that led to an open balcony area upstairs with rooms lined up along the balcony. (Picture the Long Branch saloon on Gunsmoke)
We cleared the bottom floor and made our way upstairs. The first couple of rooms were empty, so we carefully made our way down to the last room at the end of the balcony. As I tried to quietly approach the door, I could hear someone walking around inside the room.
I signaled to the other officer that someone was inside and backed back down the balcony about 20 feet. There was absolutely no place to get any cover; it was an empty building that appeared to be in the process of being remodeled. I instructed my partner to go back over to the stairwell, so that he would have a better view when the door opened. I stayed on the balcony in my position.
When we were in place, I loudly instructed whoever was in the room to open the door slowly and show me their hands. After a few seconds, the door came open and two long, skinny arms came jutting straight out of the doorway. I then told him to step out and put his hands on his head.
When this tall, skinny, pasty-white, butt-naked man stepped out of that doorway, my whole world changed. I am holding my gun straight out pointing at the man, and I’m lifting my arms so I can look under my arms to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing….and I was.
This man was not a man at all…….he was only half man……from the waist down he was a damn stud horse. This son-of-a-bitch was hung past his knees and it was just swinging back and forth every time he moved! It scared me! I didn’t know whether to salute his ass or shoot him!
There’s not an all-male jury in the world that would have convicted me for killing this fool and getting him out of the male – female competition pool! On the other hand, every single all-female jury that’s ever been would have sentenced me to death as soon as they saw the crime scene photos!
Well, come to find out, he was working on refurbishing the building and the owner had told him he could sleep in one of the rooms. After we were all finished, I and my partner were walking back to our cars, silently, and when we reach the vehicles I looked at my partner and said…. “There ain’t no justice in this world” to which he replied “I know. I thought the damn thing was going to come get me!”
Ya gotta laugh or ya gotta cry……..sometimes ya gotta do both!
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