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OK, In case you have been wondering of my absence, let me explain. This is beyond fucked up!
On Wednesday, December 3, The wife and I went to HHgregg to purchase an Xbox 360 bundle package for $399. It's a pretty good deal, It came with a 60g hardrive, two controllers, four games and a free two year instant store replacement warranty..even if we break it. OK, cool. I don't leave the house often because I don't play nice with others. I have an "anger problem" that I get help for twice a month for seven years. But on this day I took a xanax before I left and it felt good to get out of the house with my wife. So were pretty happy and having a good day. I put the package in the trunk and we get in the car, and we were going to go for lunch. I slowly start to back out and nearly struck a HUGE black Cadillac Escalade pickup SUV doing about 40+ MPH in a fucking parking lot!!!! Honestly it scared the shit out of both of us because we could feel the wind of the fucker as it blew by us so fast. So, I take a deep breath and continued to pull out of the near empty parking lot. As I headed toward the exit, I observed the Black Escalade spin around and floored directly at me!! I'm in my beater '93 Tempo, so I feel pretty fuggin' helpless. I floored my car out of his way and slid into a 180 now facing him about 50 feet away. I see his door open and this white male, age 26-30, shaved head, black jacket, approx 6'4", well over 325 lbs exit his vehicle and is livid, and screaming on top of his lungs as he's walking towards me. Calling me everything in the fucking book. As he got closer I backed up in my usual stance, with my strong leg (r) back and tried to reason with him in a very calm voice "Dude, please calm down, it's is no big deal..nothing happened...please lets just go about our buisness" He called me a "punk", amoung other things ..at this time I told him I was a Police Officer, and attempted to go for my badge wallet. But as I did, he said "yeah right!!!" and charged me at full speed. I side stepped him and pushed his right shoulder, spinning him around. With his momentum still not completly balanced, I speared him with all my fucking might and took him him to the ground. He was VERY strong, and I knew I was in serious trouble!!! He tried to flip me over, and almost did a couple times. But I kicked my legs out as hard as a can and sprawled as wide as I could to keep my leverage and balance. I can hear my wife screaming this whole time. I knew what I had to do..I tried to roll him over but he was much too strong. So I threw a modified crossface/punch, striking his nose while pushing his head to the side with my forearm and elbow..this gave me the open I absolutely needed. Before he could recover I struck him in the nose/mouth two more times. Allowing me to mount his chest. He was able to block of about 1/3 of the blows but I did connect with some serious blows to his nose and face, which was bleeding like crazy. Blood was gushing from my right hand, his and teeth tore the skin from my middle finger all the way to the bone. At this time I heard him say "stop"..Now I'm seeing red, because I can NOT believe this fucking crazy asshole got me into this fucking shit. Hearing "Stop" always means "go" to me..so go I went. I blasted this guy in the mouth and nose approx 40-50 times. Now he was screaming incoherent noises, I gave him a couple more and he started going limp..I was exhausted and felt my heart pounding in my head and chest. So I got up..and looked at the mess this asshole made me do. So I stomped down on his face with full force with my boot..actually tearing the front of my boot. I left him there and walked back to my car. I got into my car, my heart still racing and I'm shaking uncontrollably, and my finger is bleeding profusely. I sat there catching my breath and my bearings , wondering what the fuck just happened and why?..why?..I leave the fuggin' house once a month..why??...why me?? Well he's laying there, motionless, but started to hear him grumbling. Absolutely noboby was around or was seen, or cared. My wife was in complete shock and didn't know what to do, not even to call 911. She was begging me to stop towards the end and I did because of her pleas. She heard many stories about me from my partners, many people and stories from me..but my wife NEVER witnessed this in our 25 years togther..NOTHING like this...and I really wished she hadn't. I'm glad my son wasn't with us..he easily could have been. It's not like this motherfucker gave a fuck.
Now I'm 45 years old and haven't had to do anything like this in almost 8 years. I worked the worst district in Cleveland for 12 years and I got into at least 1-5 fights a day. Let's say that I work 250 days a year with the low number of two fights per day. That equals 500 fights a year. Times that by 12 years. That is the minimum of 6000 fights just on this stupid fuggin' job. I know it's more than that, but for the sake of arguement let's go with lowest number possible. With 6000 fights under my belt, I would have to say this fight was in my top 3 of all time. The fear I had when I felt him pulling me over and almost did made my adrenaline go through the roof. Because I know if he did, I would be in a world of hurt, especially with my broken neck and back..I could be paralyzed instantly. My left arm and hand is 50% paralyzed already. I did not want to fight, and I know my limitations/risks with age and injuries. I was in a very rare happy mood, and bought my son his Christmas present. This man was a threat to anyone in his way that day for whatever reason. I don't know if he was on something. I didn't smell any trace of alcohol. My wife kept asking me if I was kicking his face or the back of the head because he was bald but completely covered in blood and couldn't tell. I took off my sock and wrapped it around my finger and hand, and put my boot back on to drive home. I new I needed stitches but I don't want to wait 8 hours at the ER and pay 600 dollars for a stitches in my finger. As far as that mothefucker goes..I hope he remembers that day for the rest of his life. Everytime he looks in the mirror I hope he sees the results of his actions that day. I KNOW he doesn't have a nose..that's demolished. Hey, whatever damage was done..he insisted on it. I wasn't packing my gun, and I'm glad I didn't. Because I prolly would've lost it during the "struggle" and that is an understatement.
Ironically, Every muscle in my body is in sever pain, except for my broken neck. I excerpted 100% of my energy and used muscles in my body that hasn't been used in years. I'm no longer in my prime. What if this was my dad..who's older, and his knees are gone and he has a bad heart. That asshole wouldn't care. That asshole would've attacked anyone...trust me. The only thing I could think of is him racing thru the parking lot like that. There was really something "off" with this guy..well, this could have been alot worse. But I couldn't let that happen. That is not an option. I'm glad I don't carry my gun since I retired, and I was in the biggest shooting in Cleveland Police History with approx 90 rounds fired. Carrying a gun is more responsibility and a liability than people realize. Someone would have shot this guy, and would be fucked. Because I believe he was unarmed. Something like pepper spray, asp baton, or a personal taser would prolly be more feasible..I don't think a tazer would have worked on this big crazy fucker..he would have just tore the barbs out of his jacket. I know "crazy"..and this guy was full blown fucking "crazy"..and extremely violent! The only time I could have justfied shooting at him is when he was using his vehcle as a threat/weapon when he was flooring his SUV directly at us.
I didn't contact police, I thought about it. I tried to stop the bleediing when I got home. The only thing that worked was a folded slice of white bread, something I've done for years (It works). The starch helps coagulate the blood to able to put super glue on it. Luckily, there is no infection from his teeth ( I hope I knocked some out). I just cleaned it really good with alcohol (that felt great) and peroxide. before I put the bread on it. I passed out on the bed when I wrapped the bread on it. My wife had to wash all my clothes, and I hardly had the energy to take a shower. I have been in such a lousy mood, and in so much pain since. It just confirms why I never want to leave the house. It confirms why I hate people so much, It confirms how I see the world, and why I have to be the vicious animal I've become to survive..for my family.
I'm beyond sick of human pollution breathing my air. Pissing on my parade, preying upon the weak, including our loved ones. It makes me want to hunt that pathetic human shit. I really miss being a cop, I was really good at it. But there is much too many assholes to make the world a better place. It's only getting worse with each year. It's a lost cause. I feel sorry for our kids. Something has to give, something needs to change, we are so fucked. I can take care of me and mine..but not everyone is able to do that. Right now, as we speak an innocent, good, vunerable person, possibly a child ..be it our mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter ect. is being raped, robbed, brutally attacked by vicious pieces of shit like this...who have more rights than the victims.
Now this guy was driving this EXACT vehicle..and he looked like he was well dressed and groomed. I just don't get it. Maybe it wasn't his vehicle. I didn't even care to get his plate #. I just wanted to go home. I just didn't care.
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why?....why?
On Wednesday, December 3, The wife and I went to HHgregg to purchase an Xbox 360 bundle package for $399. It's a pretty good deal, It came with a 60g hardrive, two controllers, four games and a free two year instant store replacement warranty..even if we break it. OK, cool. I don't leave the house often because I don't play nice with others. I have an "anger problem" that I get help for twice a month for seven years. But on this day I took a xanax before I left and it felt good to get out of the house with my wife. So were pretty happy and having a good day. I put the package in the trunk and we get in the car, and we were going to go for lunch. I slowly start to back out and nearly struck a HUGE black Cadillac Escalade pickup SUV doing about 40+ MPH in a fucking parking lot!!!! Honestly it scared the shit out of both of us because we could feel the wind of the fucker as it blew by us so fast. So, I take a deep breath and continued to pull out of the near empty parking lot. As I headed toward the exit, I observed the Black Escalade spin around and floored directly at me!! I'm in my beater '93 Tempo, so I feel pretty fuggin' helpless. I floored my car out of his way and slid into a 180 now facing him about 50 feet away. I see his door open and this white male, age 26-30, shaved head, black jacket, approx 6'4", well over 325 lbs exit his vehicle and is livid, and screaming on top of his lungs as he's walking towards me. Calling me everything in the fucking book. As he got closer I backed up in my usual stance, with my strong leg (r) back and tried to reason with him in a very calm voice "Dude, please calm down, it's is no big deal..nothing happened...please lets just go about our buisness" He called me a "punk", amoung other things ..at this time I told him I was a Police Officer, and attempted to go for my badge wallet. But as I did, he said "yeah right!!!" and charged me at full speed. I side stepped him and pushed his right shoulder, spinning him around. With his momentum still not completly balanced, I speared him with all my fucking might and took him him to the ground. He was VERY strong, and I knew I was in serious trouble!!! He tried to flip me over, and almost did a couple times. But I kicked my legs out as hard as a can and sprawled as wide as I could to keep my leverage and balance. I can hear my wife screaming this whole time. I knew what I had to do..I tried to roll him over but he was much too strong. So I threw a modified crossface/punch, striking his nose while pushing his head to the side with my forearm and elbow..this gave me the open I absolutely needed. Before he could recover I struck him in the nose/mouth two more times. Allowing me to mount his chest. He was able to block of about 1/3 of the blows but I did connect with some serious blows to his nose and face, which was bleeding like crazy. Blood was gushing from my right hand, his and teeth tore the skin from my middle finger all the way to the bone. At this time I heard him say "stop"..Now I'm seeing red, because I can NOT believe this fucking crazy asshole got me into this fucking shit. Hearing "Stop" always means "go" to me..so go I went. I blasted this guy in the mouth and nose approx 40-50 times. Now he was screaming incoherent noises, I gave him a couple more and he started going limp..I was exhausted and felt my heart pounding in my head and chest. So I got up..and looked at the mess this asshole made me do. So I stomped down on his face with full force with my boot..actually tearing the front of my boot. I left him there and walked back to my car. I got into my car, my heart still racing and I'm shaking uncontrollably, and my finger is bleeding profusely. I sat there catching my breath and my bearings , wondering what the fuck just happened and why?..why?..I leave the fuggin' house once a month..why??...why me?? Well he's laying there, motionless, but started to hear him grumbling. Absolutely noboby was around or was seen, or cared. My wife was in complete shock and didn't know what to do, not even to call 911. She was begging me to stop towards the end and I did because of her pleas. She heard many stories about me from my partners, many people and stories from me..but my wife NEVER witnessed this in our 25 years togther..NOTHING like this...and I really wished she hadn't. I'm glad my son wasn't with us..he easily could have been. It's not like this motherfucker gave a fuck.
Now I'm 45 years old and haven't had to do anything like this in almost 8 years. I worked the worst district in Cleveland for 12 years and I got into at least 1-5 fights a day. Let's say that I work 250 days a year with the low number of two fights per day. That equals 500 fights a year. Times that by 12 years. That is the minimum of 6000 fights just on this stupid fuggin' job. I know it's more than that, but for the sake of arguement let's go with lowest number possible. With 6000 fights under my belt, I would have to say this fight was in my top 3 of all time. The fear I had when I felt him pulling me over and almost did made my adrenaline go through the roof. Because I know if he did, I would be in a world of hurt, especially with my broken neck and back..I could be paralyzed instantly. My left arm and hand is 50% paralyzed already. I did not want to fight, and I know my limitations/risks with age and injuries. I was in a very rare happy mood, and bought my son his Christmas present. This man was a threat to anyone in his way that day for whatever reason. I don't know if he was on something. I didn't smell any trace of alcohol. My wife kept asking me if I was kicking his face or the back of the head because he was bald but completely covered in blood and couldn't tell. I took off my sock and wrapped it around my finger and hand, and put my boot back on to drive home. I new I needed stitches but I don't want to wait 8 hours at the ER and pay 600 dollars for a stitches in my finger. As far as that mothefucker goes..I hope he remembers that day for the rest of his life. Everytime he looks in the mirror I hope he sees the results of his actions that day. I KNOW he doesn't have a nose..that's demolished. Hey, whatever damage was done..he insisted on it. I wasn't packing my gun, and I'm glad I didn't. Because I prolly would've lost it during the "struggle" and that is an understatement.
Ironically, Every muscle in my body is in sever pain, except for my broken neck. I excerpted 100% of my energy and used muscles in my body that hasn't been used in years. I'm no longer in my prime. What if this was my dad..who's older, and his knees are gone and he has a bad heart. That asshole wouldn't care. That asshole would've attacked anyone...trust me. The only thing I could think of is him racing thru the parking lot like that. There was really something "off" with this guy..well, this could have been alot worse. But I couldn't let that happen. That is not an option. I'm glad I don't carry my gun since I retired, and I was in the biggest shooting in Cleveland Police History with approx 90 rounds fired. Carrying a gun is more responsibility and a liability than people realize. Someone would have shot this guy, and would be fucked. Because I believe he was unarmed. Something like pepper spray, asp baton, or a personal taser would prolly be more feasible..I don't think a tazer would have worked on this big crazy fucker..he would have just tore the barbs out of his jacket. I know "crazy"..and this guy was full blown fucking "crazy"..and extremely violent! The only time I could have justfied shooting at him is when he was using his vehcle as a threat/weapon when he was flooring his SUV directly at us.
I didn't contact police, I thought about it. I tried to stop the bleediing when I got home. The only thing that worked was a folded slice of white bread, something I've done for years (It works). The starch helps coagulate the blood to able to put super glue on it. Luckily, there is no infection from his teeth ( I hope I knocked some out). I just cleaned it really good with alcohol (that felt great) and peroxide. before I put the bread on it. I passed out on the bed when I wrapped the bread on it. My wife had to wash all my clothes, and I hardly had the energy to take a shower. I have been in such a lousy mood, and in so much pain since. It just confirms why I never want to leave the house. It confirms why I hate people so much, It confirms how I see the world, and why I have to be the vicious animal I've become to survive..for my family.
I'm beyond sick of human pollution breathing my air. Pissing on my parade, preying upon the weak, including our loved ones. It makes me want to hunt that pathetic human shit. I really miss being a cop, I was really good at it. But there is much too many assholes to make the world a better place. It's only getting worse with each year. It's a lost cause. I feel sorry for our kids. Something has to give, something needs to change, we are so fucked. I can take care of me and mine..but not everyone is able to do that. Right now, as we speak an innocent, good, vunerable person, possibly a child ..be it our mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter ect. is being raped, robbed, brutally attacked by vicious pieces of shit like this...who have more rights than the victims.
Now this guy was driving this EXACT vehicle..and he looked like he was well dressed and groomed. I just don't get it. Maybe it wasn't his vehicle. I didn't even care to get his plate #. I just wanted to go home. I just didn't care.
why?....why?
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