oldguy
Always Broken
- Dec 26, 1999
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Rich posted this in the Mods forum and modesty kept him from sharing it out here. As we always say lurking inside Rich is another whole group of people you really need to know.
My Barney Fife Moment
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I was loading up my bicycle to go riding before going into work today and I heard the not so uncommon sound of a Chicago police car whipping around the corner going backwards down the street. I figured they were just chasing some random crackhead like usual. Then a second and third car whipped through the neighborhood , then a couple of Evanston cops go whipping through, and I figure something more interesting is going on.
At some point there were about 8 cars in the neighborhood, and I could hear shouting around the corner from my building. It was getting too interesting to leave so I leaned up against my truck and waited to see what happened. I heard people shouting and running and a guy yelling “I’VE GOT A GUN” . The shouting is getting closer so I know they are coming my way. Suddenly around the corner comes some black guy hauling ass and I can hear the cops shouting behind him to stop. I’m pretty tired of **** bags coming into my neighborhood and ****ing things up so I stepped out into the middle of the sidewalk to stop him. He screams “I HAVE A GUN” , but he has nothing in his hands and I figure if you really have a gun you’re going to be waving it around NOT chatting about it. Once he committed to a line on the sidewalk I looked him square in the eyes dropped a shoulder and drilled him for all I was worth. I had a good 50 -60 pounds on this loser and pancaked the **** bag so hard he hit the ground like a third string bears running back. As I was dropping this scum bag one of Evanston’s finest rounded the corner, and jumped on him while he was on the ground. A few more cops followed and helped cuff Scumo’s hands and legs while he kept shouting SHOOT ME. . The first cop (they called him Inspector Gadget) gave me a big HIGH FIVE and thanked me, while commenting on the excellent stick I layed on Mr. Scum Bag. He asked me if I wanted to be included in the report so I would get credit for this but I told him I was just glad to help, plus it was pretty fun ****ing up a scum bag and not getting in trouble for it. so I figured that's all I really needed.
A half a dozen more cop cars hit the scene right after that, which seemed sort of weird, but I got in my truck hoping they would move a few cars out of my way so I could leave.
The other cops were congratulating Gadget for running down the scumbag at which point he said, he would have got away if it wasn’t for that guy >>> pointing in my direction. A couple of Chicago cops waved me over and made a big deal about me getting credit for stopping this guy and took my name and stuff.
Turns out this guy tried to rob the bank down the street. I got a lot a hand shakes and thanks from the cops in attendance. I have a lot of respect for what cops do , so it was pretty cool to get a chance to help in some small way. Plus I have to admit pancaking a scum bag first thing in the morning is a great way to boost your spirits.
Barney Fife would have been proud.
My Barney Fife Moment
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I was loading up my bicycle to go riding before going into work today and I heard the not so uncommon sound of a Chicago police car whipping around the corner going backwards down the street. I figured they were just chasing some random crackhead like usual. Then a second and third car whipped through the neighborhood , then a couple of Evanston cops go whipping through, and I figure something more interesting is going on.
At some point there were about 8 cars in the neighborhood, and I could hear shouting around the corner from my building. It was getting too interesting to leave so I leaned up against my truck and waited to see what happened. I heard people shouting and running and a guy yelling “I’VE GOT A GUN” . The shouting is getting closer so I know they are coming my way. Suddenly around the corner comes some black guy hauling ass and I can hear the cops shouting behind him to stop. I’m pretty tired of **** bags coming into my neighborhood and ****ing things up so I stepped out into the middle of the sidewalk to stop him. He screams “I HAVE A GUN” , but he has nothing in his hands and I figure if you really have a gun you’re going to be waving it around NOT chatting about it. Once he committed to a line on the sidewalk I looked him square in the eyes dropped a shoulder and drilled him for all I was worth. I had a good 50 -60 pounds on this loser and pancaked the **** bag so hard he hit the ground like a third string bears running back. As I was dropping this scum bag one of Evanston’s finest rounded the corner, and jumped on him while he was on the ground. A few more cops followed and helped cuff Scumo’s hands and legs while he kept shouting SHOOT ME. . The first cop (they called him Inspector Gadget) gave me a big HIGH FIVE and thanked me, while commenting on the excellent stick I layed on Mr. Scum Bag. He asked me if I wanted to be included in the report so I would get credit for this but I told him I was just glad to help, plus it was pretty fun ****ing up a scum bag and not getting in trouble for it. so I figured that's all I really needed.
A half a dozen more cop cars hit the scene right after that, which seemed sort of weird, but I got in my truck hoping they would move a few cars out of my way so I could leave.
The other cops were congratulating Gadget for running down the scumbag at which point he said, he would have got away if it wasn’t for that guy >>> pointing in my direction. A couple of Chicago cops waved me over and made a big deal about me getting credit for stopping this guy and took my name and stuff.
Turns out this guy tried to rob the bank down the street. I got a lot a hand shakes and thanks from the cops in attendance. I have a lot of respect for what cops do , so it was pretty cool to get a chance to help in some small way. Plus I have to admit pancaking a scum bag first thing in the morning is a great way to boost your spirits.
Barney Fife would have been proud.
