"BIG SEXY" PART TWO
So I arrive at Big Sexy's suicidal subject call about one second before him. I had dealt with this subject before so I just took the lead...what are friends for? With my patrol car parked so the headlights were on the subject Cleatus, Big Sexy pulled his patrol car at about a 45 degree angle to mine, same thing headlights on Cleatus.
Cleatus standing in the driving rain with a big ass pair of sewing scissors held to his throat and me standing in the V of my patrol car and door, Big Sexy doing the same at his vehicle. I start talking to Cleatus and you know, telling him it was all going to be alright and that he needed to put the scissors down. Well, Cleatus took this as "walk on over towards me with those big ass scissors." That wasn't going to happen! Big Sexy and myself draw our weapons and tell Cleatus he needs to stop and put the scissors down. Cleatus is babbling on and doesn't hear us or pay attention to us or something. Now not only am I worried about possibly having to shoot this man, but I also have a rookie standing here with me and I'm not sure if he's about to shoot also. Thoughts of law suits are going through my head, along with; is he to close? should I have already shot? please don't let the rookie shoot him my supervisor will kill me if the rookie is in a shoot out so soon.
Then...my head clears and I do what I have been trained to do. In a clear, commanding voice I shout as I pull my gun up into the subjects view for the first time and say "Cleatus stop right there and drop those fucking scissors." and Big Sexy says "Yea Right Now!"
Cleatus stops, looks at me and then Big Sexy and drops the scissors and starts crying. We secure Cleatus, check on his parents, that he still lives with at the young age of 32 and then Big Sexy puts him in the patrol car to transport him to the state hospital, while in route to the hospital Cleatus tries to choke himself to death with his own hands. Big Sexy had to introduce Cleatus to pepper spray that night, however that would not be the last time we dealt with Cleatus.
Cleatus standing in the driving rain with a big ass pair of sewing scissors held to his throat and me standing in the V of my patrol car and door, Big Sexy doing the same at his vehicle. I start talking to Cleatus and you know, telling him it was all going to be alright and that he needed to put the scissors down. Well, Cleatus took this as "walk on over towards me with those big ass scissors." That wasn't going to happen! Big Sexy and myself draw our weapons and tell Cleatus he needs to stop and put the scissors down. Cleatus is babbling on and doesn't hear us or pay attention to us or something. Now not only am I worried about possibly having to shoot this man, but I also have a rookie standing here with me and I'm not sure if he's about to shoot also. Thoughts of law suits are going through my head, along with; is he to close? should I have already shot? please don't let the rookie shoot him my supervisor will kill me if the rookie is in a shoot out so soon.
Then...my head clears and I do what I have been trained to do. In a clear, commanding voice I shout as I pull my gun up into the subjects view for the first time and say "Cleatus stop right there and drop those fucking scissors." and Big Sexy says "Yea Right Now!"
Cleatus stops, looks at me and then Big Sexy and drops the scissors and starts crying. We secure Cleatus, check on his parents, that he still lives with at the young age of 32 and then Big Sexy puts him in the patrol car to transport him to the state hospital, while in route to the hospital Cleatus tries to choke himself to death with his own hands. Big Sexy had to introduce Cleatus to pepper spray that night, however that would not be the last time we dealt with Cleatus.
posted by BladeRunner at 10:06 PM
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..and I thought working in retail was bad....that's why I quit...and I did realize...when it was a full moon...can you tell, also?
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