WWE wantta be

So apparently I have taken a tremendous vacation from writing on my blog. And to be honest the only reason I even thought about it was because of my sisters blog. I will try and post at least once a week from now on. I believe I have a few more stories in the year that I can tell.

Let's start with one. I made reference to this story in one of my posts so I will tell it now.

First of all my dad was riding with me that night and I was in a pissy mood. It was raining, we had car accidents out the butt, it just wasn't a good day. Then all of sudden we get a run on a CIT patient, which is crisis intervention team, meaning people with mental problems that need help due danger to themselves or others. (This in and of itself is getting ridiculous on our department, I will write about that later) The run stated a 20 year old male is throwing things and making threats to his girlfriend and is apparently high on some type of illegal drugs. I pull up and the girlfriend is outside with the "consumers" (police term for patient since he is not a suspect in a crime) mother. Where my car is positioned I can not see the stair case coming down from the apartment building floor. As I am talking to the GF and mother, they both go there he is. I still can not see him at this point. All of a sudden I take two steps and he pops out from behind the wall, where the stairs are. He is ranting and raving, cussing up a storm, throwing his hands up in a menacing way, and trying to ensnare me into a fight (which I would have gladly given him due to my pissy mood). I am about 3 feet from him face to face. At this point my partner pulls up from behind him and yells at him to get his attention. As he turns his anger and jeers toward my partner, I slip on the "love gloves". My dad later told me "when you slipped on the gloves it was going to be a fun night." Once my gloves where on I moved in behind the consumer, once he realized I was there he turned and kind of swung at me with his hands. He missed so I took my right hand, grabbed him around the neck and slammed him on the hood of car. Apparently I lifted him off the ground a good foot, but I don't recall. That is pretty much the rest of the story. We had to tussle with him a little bit more, I gave him the "come to Jesus speech" all the while he is still cussing and saying he is going to whoop our asses.

I tell this story not so people will think I am involved in police brutality, but to set the story straight. My dad loves to tell this story and I wanted to get out my perspective. To be honest other officers probably would have tasered him and whooped his ass. However, we just 4 pointed him and then EMS took him to the hospital to get help.