Officer Floyd has 14 years experience as a police officer. This journal consists of multiple police encounters on and off duty. All stories are based on actual events….
I was sitting inside a restaurant eating, it's towards the end of the shift and I received a call regarding a domestic battery. A backup officer was dispatched to the call as well and I literally left the restaurant in a timely fashion to ensure he made it there before me. Let's just say the reliability of my backup was... suspect.
I arrived on scene and exited my vehicle. Upon approaching the residence, I could hear faint voices of an argument. A woman in her forties opens the door and says, "They are arguing downstairs" as I enter. As I proceeded downstairs, I encountered a woman, about 5’2 and a man, about 6’3 (slightly bigger than my appearance) in their twenties. I’ll call them Todd and Candy. Todd was screaming at Candy, blocking her path with his huge frame and threatening to batter her.
I said to myself, "I can't sit here and let this take place" so I attempted to intervene by squeezing in a small gap between them. Candy, a petite woman, warned him and yelled, "The police is here! You need to chill!". Todd looked at me with an evil look, like Ice Cube from Friday on the porch with Smokey. He took his index finger and middle finger on his right hand and pointed them at me.
At that time I thought, "Where the hell is my backup??" This was approx. five minutes into the call and there was no sign of him. Todd took those two fingers and pushed my forehead saying, "He ain't go do shit!". For a minute, I felt like I was his bitch.
He gave me no choice, I had to place Todd under arrest. I ordered him to put his hands behind his back. Of course, he did not comply! Todd got into a damn fighting stance like the characters from Street Fighter. I am not a small guy, but I noticed Todd did tower over me just a little. I charged at Todd hoping to gain compliance and suddenly we were in a grapple. During the grapple, I thought to myself, "Where the hell is my backup?’. After all, when engaging in a physical altercation in someone's home you never know what they have access to.
Across the basement we wrestled! I seemed to have the advantage until I stumbled on my back. Todd's big ass was on top of me and my back was positioned against the bottom basement stairs.
This fight seemed to last forever! “Where is my backup???” This was a street fight, but in the basement of a home. I was able to fight Todd off and landed on top of him. We continued fighting on the basement floor. Bleach and other cleaning products were spilled everywhere. I briefly looked around and realized we fucked up Todd's mom's basement. Beforehand, it was very presentable. After admiring the basement for a short moment...I realized that I was still engaged in this fight.
I suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. It wasn't my primary backup officer, but another responder. Officer Frank ended the altercation scientifically and Todd surrendered by putting his hands behind his back. My backup was the last responding officer; running downstairs with a pen and pad. Maybe he had the lyrics to a rap battle he was attending...who knows.
As a result, I missed a few months of work due to a back injury from the fight. Months later, Todd was very apologetic. We laughed and talked. I told him, "we fucked up your mom's basement." We both laughed. Community policing or ? Lol
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