You are or were a law enforcement officer. I’m sorry to tell you I used to have major problems with cops. Not the felonious kind. The fear kind. The suspicious kind. The what the fuck kind. And with good reason.
I lived in Chicago where I learned 2 important things. Keep my hands visible and the one and only answer to everything and anything. “Yes officer. No officer.” Because, and I do not exaggerate, if they have a problem with you they can change your life forever with even a day even a few hours in Cook County Jail. Maybe that's only Chicago cops, but I doubt it. “Yes officer. No officer.” .
I’m different now. I have to respect cops, urban cops in particular. They have to see and experience things no one should have to see or experience not to mention armed law breakers. And the state highway cops who don’t have partners and have to face god knows what at close range.
Now? I’m older, wiser and a lot more empathetic. No longer do I have that knee jerk hate reaction. I don’t forget, but I can put that stuff aside and live my life. It's better this way.
There’s still a touch of distrust I guess. Sometimes I imagine police are like the neighbor's Doberman, the absolute sweetest dog, great with kids, happy all the time. Then one day it tears up the neighbor’s chid.
I was in Indeed in the past life. And this is an experience that I’m able to take forward and share the good the bad and hopefully lead some to a better perspective. I read your short bit on your experience with law-enforcement and I do not disagree. I was a professional musician for 14 years before deciding to cut 8 inches of locks off and becoming a cop. The people in my Academy class could not believe the stories of harassment that I would tell because I had long hair so I hear you and I appreciate the fact that with luck comes age and with age comes wisdom and with wisdom comes perspective let’s just hope that new toy we bought for the Doberman is effective.
Funny thing I was a pro musician as well. I played a lot of honky Toni’s. Funny thing no one bothered me even some horrifying bikers and boatloads of hostile drunks.
FYI I can’t play (mandolin) because I developed nerve damage and didn’t know the surgeon would do nothing
You are or were a law enforcement officer. I’m sorry to tell you I used to have major problems with cops. Not the felonious kind. The fear kind. The suspicious kind. The what the fuck kind. And with good reason.
I lived in Chicago where I learned 2 important things. Keep my hands visible and the one and only answer to everything and anything. “Yes officer. No officer.” Because, and I do not exaggerate, if they have a problem with you they can change your life forever with even a day even a few hours in Cook County Jail. Maybe that's only Chicago cops, but I doubt it. “Yes officer. No officer.” .
I’m different now. I have to respect cops, urban cops in particular. They have to see and experience things no one should have to see or experience not to mention armed law breakers. And the state highway cops who don’t have partners and have to face god knows what at close range.
Now? I’m older, wiser and a lot more empathetic. No longer do I have that knee jerk hate reaction. I don’t forget, but I can put that stuff aside and live my life. It's better this way.
There’s still a touch of distrust I guess. Sometimes I imagine police are like the neighbor's Doberman, the absolute sweetest dog, great with kids, happy all the time. Then one day it tears up the neighbor’s chid.
I was in Indeed in the past life. And this is an experience that I’m able to take forward and share the good the bad and hopefully lead some to a better perspective. I read your short bit on your experience with law-enforcement and I do not disagree. I was a professional musician for 14 years before deciding to cut 8 inches of locks off and becoming a cop. The people in my Academy class could not believe the stories of harassment that I would tell because I had long hair so I hear you and I appreciate the fact that with luck comes age and with age comes wisdom and with wisdom comes perspective let’s just hope that new toy we bought for the Doberman is effective.
Funny thing I was a pro musician as well. I played a lot of honky Toni’s. Funny thing no one bothered me even some horrifying bikers and boatloads of hostile drunks.
FYI I can’t play (mandolin) because I developed nerve damage and didn’t know the surgeon would do nothing
For me. Twice. Both hands.
That’s why I’ve turned to writing.
Aah…
Makes
Sense?
sense? honestly who the fuck knows.
🤣