12/04/2012
Well last night was a long, tiring experience. It was late at night, 8 o'clock to be more accurate. And the station had received a few calls about some loud behavior from a lady named Linda Shears, which we thought was a bit unusual seeing as she's a rather well known lady with in the community and even though she is rather sad and upset a lot of the time, when you have a conversation with her, she's really nice. Anyway I was called out to the scene and in her front garden was a young teenager, around 15 year's old and he was crouched down next to a dog (belonging to Linda) with a pitchfork going straight through it's stomach. So I approached the young man and ask him a few questions: 'How old are you' , 'Is this you're pitchfork?' and 'did you kill the dog?'. So anyway, this young man started to make some sort of groaning noise and tucked up into a ball, so I thought that he was either on drugs or he had special needs, so I asked him if he could stop and he didn't so I tried help him up by touching his shoulders and then the bastard right hooked me. That put me in a bad mood instantly, so I was able to detain him and put him into the back of the police car and then the Sargent took him in for questioning to find out what he was doing there in the first place. Meanwhile I grabbed a few paracetamols to try and stop my thumping headache but it didn't really work, so when I finished my shift, I asked my wife if she could drop me off at the hospital as the paracetamol did absolutely nothing.
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