Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

My court date finally arrived. I dressed up in my Sunday best and arrived early. The only folks there were a lone prosecter, the judge, and a bailiff. I took a seat in one of the wooded pews. The Bailiff called my name. I stood and swung thru the wooden gate. The judge asked the prosecuter if there was a plea offer? He replied," A one time offer of 10 years suspended and a $ 2,500 fine." I countered offered, " If i'm guilty, lets do it ! I'm sick of this and I'm not pleading to nothing !" He countered offered, " We'll drop it to contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Let's say two years suspended and a $,1000 fine." It kind of made me feel like I was at a barn auction. Do I hear five, five, twentyfive, five, got 25, here, there five, more there, what do I hear, five, five, got to have five,looks like two, what to do,swing your partner round the ring, spitting on the floor will get you ten. The deaf judge had enough, " Ya'll try to work this out. I'll be in my chambers." With that he left."

I sat down with the prosecuter. He wasn't much older than myself. After awhile he saw my point. I really had done anything wrong. His star witness, the girl was in jail. She had committed an armed robbery with her biker buddy and was awaiting trial. The state was trying to get her certified as an adult. The girl's mother had skipped town in fear of the gang. I was the only one left standing from this disaster. He finally gave in, " Okay, let this be a lesson. Don't go helping any young girls !" With that and a paper signing, I walked from the court house directly to the police department. The captain was in his office. I shook his sweaty hand and announced my nightmare was over. His reply," Your just the type man we want to put away ! I'd rather quit today than have to work with the likes of you ! You make sick ! Think you got away ? Not hardly ! I'll see to it that the next underage girl you rape will be your last ! "

As he continued to voice his opinion, I gracefully stepped from his office. I did have my middle finger waving a salute in his name. So, ended my career as a Fort Worth police officer. But, you know. Life Goes On !

Snazzy has left the building. Stay tuned for tomorrows episode. Night, Gang.

 

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Now, Let me just say, I felt like, I did, get a raw deal about that girl. On the the other hand, I understand why there are strict laws that govern such matters. It would be open season on our young flowering youths to allow dirty old men or in some cases over sexed school moms, to pick their petals at will. That's where i have a bone to pick with our criminal justice system. The letter of the law and the intent of the law seem to somehow get confused. Of course another thing to remember is this took place some 32 years ago. I'm sure under the same circumstances. Hold it ! I just remembered about some 19 year old kid having sexual relations with a willing 15 year old girl. Gee, he's still in prison serving some ungodly sentence. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same. Whatever, never mind.

So, back to my boring life. It was 1974. Matter of fact August the 8th. I was sitting in an Army recruiters office watching ole tricky Dickey resign. Yep, Watergate had finally been his downfall. I had mixed emotions. I felt he got what he had coming, but also upset of how the office he held was for-ever tainted. The recruiter, "So, you want to be a cop ? We have more military policemen than all the city cops put together! Most of you F.B.I. and all your C.I.A. start with us. Our training is second to none! Just fill this out and you'll change your life forever!" I took the enlistment papers home. I really didn't want to join the army.But,we were in the worse recession since the great depression. Business were folding up left and right. The stock market lost 12 billion dollars in six weeks. Layoffs were common nation wide. Gas rationing was in effect.Geez, what else?

I thought that I'd sign up and be gone. Wrong! There was a snag. Since I was required to turn over my divorce decree, there was the matter of child support, (military jargen dependant pay). Yep, I had to get a waiver and show proof that I was current in my payments. I had signed over my refund check to my now x-wife. So, I actually was ahead in my payments. The big hold up was getting the waiver. It took the army over 6 months to get a piece of paper signed. That should of been a warning.

Lets break, Snazzy.

 

This is my second attempt to post. It's not the site, it's defineately my out dated 1997 Gateway, running Windows 98. After putting some J.B.Weld on the kick starter I'l try one more time. Also, flattery will get ya'll everywhere, so keep it up. A word to the lurking guest. Go ahead and register and tell them Snazzy sent you.

My boss at the medical supply company was very understanding. I'd given my two week notice just after talking with the army recruiter. Of course them taking six months to process me came to no surprise him. He was a Vietnam vet. and knew the Army's way of doing things.So, six more months of drivng the local delivery truck and lusting after my neighbor's wife.

Not much happend except this. One night my neighbors and I went to a local club. Back then, before MADD, SADD, and BEGLAD. Most the clubs had happy hour or girls night. Something to attract the customers. If you drove drunk and killed yourself or someonelse, it was your fault, not the bars. I won't argue that it wasn't right or if it was wrong. It was just the way that it was back then. Anyway, this bar had keg night on Friday night. You paid a couple of bucks for admission. They stamped your hand with invisible ink. That way if you left, they could scan the back of your hand with a black light. Remember those ? It was just a florsecent light with a purple lens. Back then that was cutting edge technoligy. Also, lets not forget the strobe lights. They made you drunk just looking at them. Anyhow, there were kegs of beer in every corner of the club. You were issued a plastic cup and you could drink all night.

Yes, it was silly back then. There was always at least one good bar brawl and more than one drunk chick dancing on a table. I loved it. They had a live band and bouncers the size of apes. Being the runt I was, I kept close to my older bigger friends. I also had bought a used saturday night special. It had cost me $15 from a pimp drivng a pink caddilac. That's another story. Now I'm sure you wonder why I needed to pack heat? The neighberhood had turned mean. Most the homes had been burglarized, daylight robberies were common, and they even had a serial rapiest. He targeted old women. No, I wasn't afraid of myself being raped. I was wondering what I'd do if I came across this animal. " Freeze scumbag or I'll stick these lifesavers up your nose." I don't think so.

Now in my defense. I never played with the gun loaded or empity. I never let my friends handle it. Most of whom didn't even know I owned a gun. My drug dealing neighbor had constructed a hidding place in the trunk of my car. I just felt safer having it and knowing that I could protect myself. Anyway, back at the bar we partied hardy. Around 2 am the bouncers herded us out. My neighbor's wife drove my Chevy convertible, her husband passed out in the back seat, and I slumped over in the passenger seat. C.C. Revival was blarring out of the 8 track player, " Bad Moon Arisen ". It was a fun filled night. We got to our duplex and my neighbor wiggled up the walk. She was wearing her tight mini skirt and black knit stockings. I watched her, panted, and struggled to lift her husband from the rear seat. Just as she entered I heard a blood curtlling scream. I dropped her husband like a sack of bricks. In an instant I had my gun in my hand and my heart in my throat. I saw the masked gunman run from the residence. His gun was at least a 50 caliber. I swear I'd never seen such a gun. He ran straight towards me, not even seeing me. I raised my gun and fired. Just like in the movies my first shot struck the barrel of his weapon. To my amasement it exploded into pieces. Of course I'd been aiming at center mass. I pulled the trigger again and again. All my $15 dollar gun did was click. I glanced down. All my bullets were in the cylinder. The problem was that the cylinder had fallen out and rolled on the sidewalk. The masked intruder never missed a stride. He leaped over 3 parked cars, a house, and disappeared.

My neighbor ran from her house and hugged me. She was crying and shaking out of fear. I was her hero. I'd invisioned this moment many a time in my minds eye. Her husband, awaken by the gun fire, slowly staggered past us. Holding his knoggen where I had dropped him. I sat her in my car and quickly gathered my gun parts. I didn't want to ruin the moment with her laughing at my cheap choice of weaponery. It was too late. She walked past me and burst out laughing. That's when I realized I had shot her blow drier from the burglar's hand. Nope, it was't a gun, just her hair drier in a hundred plastic pieces. Have to admitt I laughed harder than she did. Man, what a relief. I hadn't come close to death. Just close to being blow dried.

Good night, The Snaze.