24 January 2008

Knuckelhead Meth Freak...


I'll get back to my Iraq stories soon. But after Mission Mosoul, we stayed off the commands radar for a few weeks. I think they forgot we were there. We'd get up each day, check in and see if they had a mission, then go hide out. They had nothing for 3 weeks. We still had to be in Iraq, but it was a good break. That saga will continue soon....
The Knucklehead Meth Freak caper: Part 2.
After my first contact with the KMF's former girlfriend, I made it my mission to provide extra patrols near her house on my shift. She was afraid and I didn't think anyone should have to live like that. One Wednesday after I went on shift from my days off, I got another call to her house. We hadn't heard anything from KMF for about 5 days.
The victim told me while I was on my days off, her former boyfriend asshole had followed her into the next city. He blocked her car on the road and forced her to give him her jewelry, money and purse. He told her he would kill her if she told the police. This guy was really starting to annoy me. I don't like it when guys bully women. It's one of the rare times when I could actually loose control.... but I didn't. Again we spent the rest of that night looking for Knucklehead Meth Freak.
At about midnight, I heard one of the city cops near our city saw the KMF driving by but couldn't catch up to him. I don't think they fully understood what a terrorist he really was...and he was driving on a suspended license. Aggggh! How frustrating.
This went of for a few more days. We kept getting sightings of KMF, but no cops were able to catch him. He continued calling his former girlfriend a dozen times a day... and somehow he knew not to drive into our town when I was working.
Then Saturday night came. I just came on duty and I was dispatched to the victim's house. She was ready to move out of town. She told me that her former Knucklehead Meth Freak Boyfriend had just stopped at her house. But, in a halfass attempt at something I still can't figure out, he had sent his mother to the door to talk to the victim. Now, most of us think of moms as being nice people like Hope or something...but this lady was a drug user of about 56 years of age. And, she was not a nice person.
Now, at this point, is there anyone reading this who would not want to kick KMF in the ass? I was still in control. The victim told me that KMF had called her between the time she called our police department and the time I had arrived. I started to make a plan...and a back up plan.
To be cont.

5 comments:

Hope said...

BOY! you said other HALF not third or fourth or however long you are going to torture me. Tell me you used that guy for a hood ornament...

J said...

because you always have a plan... and a backup plan...so I know this dude is gonna get it..right????

I think 2 hood ornaments would even be appropriate here...

Cap. said...

Give 'm what-for.

Cap. said...

And did you ride, on patrol? That's awesome. (from one rider to another)

"D" said...

Cap,
I've done a little bit of everything in police work. I went to motor school and was scheduled to go on the motor cycle just about the time I got deployed to Bosnia... when I came back, they had given the slots to others. By the time I got back from Iraq I lost intrest in riding for a living..and stuck to the car. The M/C training was the best, and I still ride my own bike for fun and to get to work.

CI-Roller