So yesterday I went on a ride-a-long with a friend from the local police department. That's right, I'm thinking about joining the league of bad A's. Pigs, Porks, Bacon, the fuzz. Just seems like a club I'd like to be a part of. Why not? I enjoy driving around like a meth crazed teen as much as the next guy and for once I'd be justified. First call of the day, some little burrito shop for a breakfast burrito. Classic. Second call, a tripped residential alarm in a nice neighborhood but shady part of town. My buddy tells me to stay close and keep my eyes open. We approach an open door that goes into what seems like might be a garage. That's when I notice a huge doggy bowl. Forget about a lurking mexican, I'm now worried about a dog. Freak, dogs have teeth, mexicans do too I suppose but when's the last time you knocked the teeth out of a dog? My point exactly. Anyways, false alarm on both counts, no mexican, and no dog. That pretty much set the stage for the rest of the day. Unfortunantely police work seems to entail a lot of following up on cold leads and looking for things/people who are no longer there. Dang them. Luckily police work also seems to involve a lot of BS'ing with the other officers and harrasing the homeless. The homeless are creepy, but sign me up for the BS'ing. When it comes to BS, I give myself an A+
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