You'll shoot your eye out
Master
- Jan 21, 2011
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I want to relate a personal experience. Once upon a time, way back in the late '90s I found myself the unfortunate recipient of a free ride downtown courtesy of the Marion County Sheriff's Dept. The paddywagon was driven by a chubby little officer with a charming personality. He explained that he would be my chauffeur for the evening. He went on to say that whatever my troubles were they weren't his fault, that he was only a driver and that he had just gotten there anyway. He explained that If I were decent and conducted myself like a gentleman we would have a delightful evening. After my telling him about my debilitating arthritis and extensive nerve damage, he handcuffed me with two sets of cuffs (end to end) and in front rather than behind my back. After reminding me that he was taking care that I be comfortable and that I should behave myself in gratitude of this, he put me in the seat.
Being his first "fare" we then proceeded all over town to collect other customers. We picked up a guy who was so drunk that he couldn't sit up. The officer asked since I had my hands mostly free, could I assist the drunk to stay upright and off the floor. I did that. Next we picked up a guy who was HORRIBLE. This guy was drunk or high and raging. He was cursing, fighting and spitting. The police hobbled and hog-tied this guy and put him head-long in the cage in the back of the van. Our driver tried to give the wild one the same speech that he gave me but to no avail.
Since the guy was raging the driver said we would go right downtown to get rid of him. The whole time cage-boy was raging and spitting as our easy going officer got angrier and angrier. Soon we hear the trickle of water and smell **** while the cage-guy raged and the officer set his jaw as his face turned red.
Now cage-boy starts kicking, as best as he could anyway, at the sides of the cage. He was kicking, raging, spitting, cursing and pissing for twenty minutes continuously until our officer finally lost his cool........ The driver turned around asking me can I reach to both hold on to something and restrain the drunk guy (remember him?) sitting beside me. I said I could, the officer said "HOLD ON TIGHT!".
As the driver slammed the gas, I swear to god that van must have popped a wheelie! I never felt that kind of acceleration from a production vehicle before! Cage-guy flies to the back of the cage, just in time for the driver to put both feet on the brakes. Cage-guy then flew in a heap to the front of the cage............. Rinse....Repeat.... Three times! HOLY CRAP!
The whole thing took about twenty seconds and the raging idiot was docile as a kitten! Wow. The driver having recovered completely his calm sociable demeanor asked " are you alright? How about your drunk? Everybody OK? Man, did you see that cat? I am sure glad that I didn't run over that cat!
A short time later we entered the basement at the City-County Bldg with eight officers waiting all with rubber gloves. While being questioned whether I was shook up or maybe even injured or not and did I see a cat, I heard them in the back unloading cage-boy and discussing about the "Waffle Iron". The "waffle Iron" turns out to be named such because of the little square pattern of holes in the cage and the corresponding marks left on a guy's face, resembling the marks as if hit with a waffle iron.......
Now this was a long and rambling way to say something that could be put into a much shorter statement, such as; I'm not privy to what happened to Freddie Gray, But I can make an educated guess.
Being his first "fare" we then proceeded all over town to collect other customers. We picked up a guy who was so drunk that he couldn't sit up. The officer asked since I had my hands mostly free, could I assist the drunk to stay upright and off the floor. I did that. Next we picked up a guy who was HORRIBLE. This guy was drunk or high and raging. He was cursing, fighting and spitting. The police hobbled and hog-tied this guy and put him head-long in the cage in the back of the van. Our driver tried to give the wild one the same speech that he gave me but to no avail.
Since the guy was raging the driver said we would go right downtown to get rid of him. The whole time cage-boy was raging and spitting as our easy going officer got angrier and angrier. Soon we hear the trickle of water and smell **** while the cage-guy raged and the officer set his jaw as his face turned red.
Now cage-boy starts kicking, as best as he could anyway, at the sides of the cage. He was kicking, raging, spitting, cursing and pissing for twenty minutes continuously until our officer finally lost his cool........ The driver turned around asking me can I reach to both hold on to something and restrain the drunk guy (remember him?) sitting beside me. I said I could, the officer said "HOLD ON TIGHT!".
As the driver slammed the gas, I swear to god that van must have popped a wheelie! I never felt that kind of acceleration from a production vehicle before! Cage-guy flies to the back of the cage, just in time for the driver to put both feet on the brakes. Cage-guy then flew in a heap to the front of the cage............. Rinse....Repeat.... Three times! HOLY CRAP!
The whole thing took about twenty seconds and the raging idiot was docile as a kitten! Wow. The driver having recovered completely his calm sociable demeanor asked " are you alright? How about your drunk? Everybody OK? Man, did you see that cat? I am sure glad that I didn't run over that cat!
A short time later we entered the basement at the City-County Bldg with eight officers waiting all with rubber gloves. While being questioned whether I was shook up or maybe even injured or not and did I see a cat, I heard them in the back unloading cage-boy and discussing about the "Waffle Iron". The "waffle Iron" turns out to be named such because of the little square pattern of holes in the cage and the corresponding marks left on a guy's face, resembling the marks as if hit with a waffle iron.......
Now this was a long and rambling way to say something that could be put into a much shorter statement, such as; I'm not privy to what happened to Freddie Gray, But I can make an educated guess.
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