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  • An ex-partner...out of prison!

    NOTE: 07/14/14 - I am bumping this story, because it has an update, which took place took place a couple days ago. It will be at the end of the thread.

    This portion posted in May, 2007.

    Just a sea-story, and even I don't know if there's a point/moral to it, or a reason for telling it...but here it goes, anyway...

    Yesterday, I was finishing up a call I had cancelled for another unit when I heard someone shout out, "Hey, Sergeant M!"

    I had not seen him in years. T was a, sometimes, radio car partner who I liked (but did not love) to work with, in Hollywood, in the 80's. He was an Army Ranger in Vietnam, a martial artist, a sometimes technical advisor/stunt player in movies/TV. He was a sometimes bodyguard for various high-profile clients. Despite the fact we thought he was full of BS, sometimes, I had seen his DD214 (verifying his MOS, and awards). A low-end men's magazine had chronicled some of his story, complete with photos (prior to the creation of Photoshop). A real character, he was. Maybe he still is.

    The few times we worked together, we were always getting guns off people.

    His off-duty life was nothing I longed for...his numerous 'girlfriends' were the lower-end exotic dancers, and looking back, I'm sure he made friends with many of the working girls on Sunset Blvd. He was the stereotypical guy that would hump a pile of rocks, if he thought there was a female snake inside, he could get at. These contacts, however, resulted in one of my favorite arrests. Some "girls" had told him about a 30-something white guy in a beat-up compact, with a gun under the seat.

    Sure enough, one midnight the guy drove right by us. We stopped and took him down, high-risk style. While T placed him in the back seat, I searched under the driver's seat and came up with a loaded .38. I walked back to the police car and told T, "Yeah, I got the gun." The suspect in the back seat said, "Hey, that's not my gun!" I told the suspect, "Yeah, they all say that, pal." The suspect contiunued, "No, that's not my gun, that's my brother's gun...my gun is the .380, under the seat!" A return trip, to the suspect's car, yielded a loaded .380, ninja throwing stars, knives, handcuffs, lots of wierd stuff.

    Another night, T and I found three car burglars in a garage, across from the back fence of the police station. Two of the three guys were armed with loaded guns.

    Although I had fun working with T, his personal habits annoyed me. His uniform went days without ever visiting the dry-cleaners. His leather gear and polish had stopped speaking, years ago, and reconciliation wasn't ever going to happen. Often, he showed up for work minutes late, and I would catch a whiff of whichever street denizen he had just shared the dirty sheets with. Not only was I getting his B.O., but hers, as well.

    One night my car broke down on the way to work. Rolling in an hour late, I saw the biggest apartment building fire, I had ever seen, off in the distance from the freeway. I learned that T had actually leaned over a fire escape railing and, one-handed, caught a baby which had been thrown by a mother from one of the upper floors. Five people died in that fire. More could have, if it weren't for T, and the other cops present.

    T was awarded our department's medal of valor. Tommy Lasorda was the narrator for the event. Lasorda complimented T for his "catch." Darryl Gates had just recently made the remark about how the "choke hold affects black people differently than it does normal people." When Gates placed the ribbon around T's neck, T (who is African-American) whispered to Gates, "Careful with that ribbon, Chief, you can see I ain't all that normal!"

    In the wake of the 1992 riots, T was placed on the list of officers, who were identified as "problem." By that time, I had promoted to sergeant and moved on from Hollywood. We lost touch and as I said, he wasn't my kind of guy, given his choice in playmates.

    Later, there were allegations of sex with underage girls, improper relationships with drug-dealers/strip-club owners...add insubordination and you know the outcome. He was fired with 18 years on the job. Depending on which officers you talked with, I would hear his firing described as way overdue, or the usual department railroading of a good, street cop! That was in the day when one could not cash-out the pension contributions. He later sued, successfully, for a stress disability pension. He also had a smaller military service disability pension, for his combat wounds. I heard he was still supporting his children in Vietnam, as he had left a couple behind.

    The local U.S. Courthouse hired him as a Marshall. Another city PD gave him a CCW permit, as our department would not. And then...

    One night he got into a beef with a can collector/transient over the use of a payphone, or the transient's bothering of a liquor store owner, who allowed T to eat candy, drink soda, and read magazines, in exchange for "security" prior to his shift at the courthouse. T shot the man dead. A blurry video showed him picking up his brass. A prostitute witness told detectives, "Hey, he's one of you guys...or was!" She eventually picked him out of the photo lineup - they used his old police ID photo.

    Eventually in custody, he said he had shot the man in self-defense and had tried to call the police, but the line was busy. The best deal he got was ten years for manslaughter. I have since seen his rap. He's got a "tail."

    And there he was, out and about...providing me a business card with the CIA logo on it, describing himself as an "Operations Specialist" - "America's Jedi Knights." I am not making this story up. Another old partner believes this murder conviction was a cover story for T's covert activities in Afghanistan. Someone still buys his BS. Not me.

    We spoke about mutual friends, my plans to retire, and carefully avoided his story, altogether.

    He is now 60 years-old. His one-time height of 5'11" is now about 5'8". His hair is either gray or missing in some places. His skin has a dusty appearance to it. His teeth are bad. Yet, he still looks like he could kick a...tail, or two...but he's just had eight, or so, years to hone his fighting skills, while looking over his shoulder.

    One more thing...he was wearing what looked like a badge on his belt...and as I drove away, jacking up the air conditioner, I wondered if there had been anything else under that worn, faded, gray Members Only jacket...on a scorching, hot, 97 degree day. Maybe I didn't want to know.
    Last edited by Kieth M.; 07-14-2014, 10:37 AM.
    "You're never fully dressed without a smile."

    Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

    Three things I know for sure: (1) No bad deed goes unrewarded, (2) No good deed goes unpunished, and (3) It is entirely possible to push the most devoted, loyal and caring person beyond the point where they no longer give a 5h!t.

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    Sarge, one helluva story. Strange when guys go over the edge like that, one guy who used to work for me is in state prison for stalking women, rape, threatening them when they came forward to testify, etc. Never sure what gets into them.
    I pulled the pin at 50, what are you waiting for????
    Three Stripes beats Four Aces.
    Retirement: You've Won the War when you're Paid to Stay at Home.

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    • #3
      Originally posted by 1oldsarge View Post
      I pulled the pin at 50, what are you waiting for????
      Our house is on the recently slooooooowed market - we buried the statue of St. Joseph, last week. My appointment at Personnel is next month, then I take my lovely wife, our 9 y/o daughter and three y/o boy/girl twins and it's off to Colorado...into the sunrise!

      Then the tough part comes....what will I do when I have to grow up!
      "You're never fully dressed without a smile."

      Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

      Three things I know for sure: (1) No bad deed goes unrewarded, (2) No good deed goes unpunished, and (3) It is entirely possible to push the most devoted, loyal and caring person beyond the point where they no longer give a 5h!t.

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Kieth M. View Post
        Our house is on the recently slooooooowed market - we buried the statue of St. Joseph, last week. My appointment at Personnel is next month, then I take my lovely wife, our 9 y/o daughter and three y/o boy/girl twins and it's off to Colorado...into the sunrise!

        Then the tough part comes....what will I do when I have to grow up!
        Don't grow up until the kids do! I have 3 boys and to keep up with them you have to think like them. Guess what? I just figured out why my wife gets mad at me. Just kidding. No I'm not. LOL Good luck!
        "Fast is fine, but accuracy is everything!"-Wyatt Earp

        "You never know when crazy will show up!"-Irishdep

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        • #5
          We had a guy years ago get axed with 16 years on the job for embezzlement from an elderly male he was given power of attorney over. Rumors flew all over the place and the guy disappeared for a few years, waiting for the trial. Thing is, the old man died before it went to trial so they had to drop the charges, and now this guy is trying to get back into law enforcemnt. He stopped me a few months ago and wanted a copy of my manual from the academy so he can study and pass. Although he might be a nice guy to your face, I have this tickle on the back of my neck whenever I see him approaching me.
          I am a Native American of non-Indian decent.

          Cleaning the pool, one gene at a time.

          I'm on a 30 day diet. So far I've lost 15 days!

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          • #6
            Ex Partner

            Great story Keith. Hey, have a great retirement. I recommend it highly.

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            • #7
              That really was an interesting story. Didn't think I was going to read the whole thing at first but became enthralled with it. Might make a good mini series ( light bulb)!

              Three young uns at 51? Yikes. Good for you though. You'll be able to really spend a lot of time with them soon. Stay safe and enjoy.
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              Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun.
              And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son.

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              • #8
                Wow, that was fantastic. Thank you for sharing that!
                Invisible cows control my mind.

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                • #9
                  Ever considered writing at book in your retirement?? Sounds like you have the skills and thats not meant as sarcasm.
                  "Laws that forbid the carrying of arms. . . disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes. . . Such laws make things worse for the assaulted and better for the assailants; they serve rather to encourage than to prevent homicides, for an unarmed man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed man." - Thomas Jefferson

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                  • #10
                    Ever considered writing at book in your retirement?? Sounds like you have the skills and thats not meant as sarcasm.


                    agreed! great story!
                    "I am... reminded of something Cardinal Wolsey once told me. That I should only ever tell the king what he ought to do, not what he could do; for if the lion knows his own strength, no man could control him". Sir Thomas More

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by Kieth M. View Post
                      Our house is on the recently slooooooowed market - we buried the statue of St. Joseph, last week. My appointment at Personnel is next month, then I take my lovely wife, our 9 y/o daughter and three y/o boy/girl twins and it's off to Colorado...into the sunrise!

                      Then the tough part comes....what will I do when I have to grow up!
                      Great story,sounds like a segment of the Readers Digest,"most memorable character ".

                      As far as the last part of your statment above,please check my signature.
                      Sleeping Giant. They're not fat and happy anymore. They are hungry and increasingly angry. That is not a good recipe for a "Puppies and Rainbows America".

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                      • #12
                        All depts have them. Some guys just go crazy after 15 years on the job. Our dept had a guy steal several hundred bucks off a prisoner. Iad set up on him and he did it again. He had 17 years on at the time.

                        Another with 20 something years on got charged with official opression.... taking bribes in lue of writing tickets....

                        I work for a 5K officer dept so I could go on and on... It takes quite a lot to make it 20 years if you actually work the whole time.

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                        • #13
                          UPDATE: 07/14/14

                          Sooooo, the phone rings the other day. T has found me in the aftermath of the suicide death of a former/mutual friend (that, in itself, is a whole 'nuther story...).

                          T tells me he's in Washington DC, and instructing people headed to Afghanistan. Through another mutual friend, this one living, I've been told that diabetes has taken one of his legs, and that he's been a "contractor"/instructor in Afghanistan. I do not know where reality begin and absurdity ends with this guy.

                          He, himself says he's worked alongside the CIA and has had access to their data bases, where he's read dossiers on our former mutual friend. He is sad about our dead friend and wishes he could have helped him...okay, there's no other way around it. If you're so inclined, Google the name Michael C./Mike Ruppert, and you'll be swiftly taken down a rabbit hole. I assure T that there was no "saving" Mike.

                          He moved onto my recent gun store job, wondering if I had access to mini-Uzi's. I'm thinking, even if I had a dozen at wholesale price, you ain't allowed to buy one, Mr. Convicted Felon!

                          I wander between, "I don't frigging believe it" to "no 'effen way!" throughout the conversation.
                          Last edited by Kieth M.; 07-14-2014, 05:13 PM.
                          "You're never fully dressed without a smile."

                          Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

                          Three things I know for sure: (1) No bad deed goes unrewarded, (2) No good deed goes unpunished, and (3) It is entirely possible to push the most devoted, loyal and caring person beyond the point where they no longer give a 5h!t.

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                          • #14
                            In the course of my career I came across a few of these B.S artists in uniform. Most are harmless, Some you avoid. We had one guy who is still on the job 30+ years who takes the cake. He tells a story of how he was para sailing in florida when he spotted a car that was wanted in connection with a homicide back in NY. He landed his para sail contacted the local Police(pre cell phone) and assisted the local cops in the apprehension. Nobody believed him. Both his adopted sons worked in the same precinct and both quit the job. His wife was a frequent visitor to the station house usually trailed by their teenage daughter who always wore a beauty queens regalia- tiara, evening gown and sash. And walked around the station house liked they owned it. Hasidic Jews would come into the station house looking for favors claiming to be his cousin (he's puerto rican). Very odd. On the other hand his immediate family lived on the parade rout of the notorious West Indian day parade and would throw a barbeque on labor day and feed any cop that passed by. Very generous display all at their own expense. This is a parade where thousands of cops are on duty. They never turned any cops away and would not take any money. This in an area where a spit filled big mac is fine dining.
                            Last edited by BNWS; 07-14-2014, 12:20 PM. Reason: grammar

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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by BNWS View Post
                              In the course of my career I came across a few of these B.S artists in uniform. Most are harmless, Some you avoid. We had one guy who is still on the job 30+ years who takes the cake. He tells a story of how he was para sailing in florida when he spotted a car that was wanted in connection with a homicide back in NY. He landed his para sail contacted the local Police(pre cell phone) and assisted the local cops in the apprehension. Nobody believed him. Both his adopted sons worked in the same precinct and both quit the job. His wife was a frequent visitor to the station house usually trailed by their teenage daughter who always wore a beauty queens regalia- tiara, evening gown and sash. And walked around the station house liked they owned it. Hasidic Jews would come into the station house looking for favors claiming to be his cousin (he's puerto rican). Very odd. On the other hand his immediate family lived on the parade rout of the notorious West Indian day parade and would throw a barbeque on labor day and feed any cop that passed by. Very generous display all at their own expense. This is a parade where thousands of cops are on duty. They never turned any cops away and would not take any money. This in an area where a spit filled big mac is fine dining.
                              Just an FYI....you forgot to mention I landed my para sail SAFELY. Ahhhhh. the West Indian Day Savage Parade....where "disregard recreational gunfire" was the message from 1PP. It got hot up on the roof. Good times....(insert sarcasm here).
                              September 11, 2001 - All gave some, some gave all. Never forget -- Never forgive.......... RIP Brothers and Sisters.

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