Chabo's Journal: I am still alive!

Note: This is a continuation of a series of stories written by a central Texas police officer named "Darth Tang", which are being archived by Chabo, with no editing. Read more about this project.

This story was originally posted on November 14, 2004.

And that's the sort of thing which can't help but cheer me up.

At the start of the shift, we're searching a house for a local pot dealer who has a couple felony warrants. Its dark.

I open a closet door (ease knob open, swing open with tread on boot) in a tactical crouch, flashlight angled.

A hand pops out of the clothes with a PoS Jennings .380 pointed at where he thinks I'm standing, and I hear the fireing pin punch air-the dumb fuck forgot to chamber a round.

He drops it on (yelled very loud) command, and after being subdued, is carted off on a wide variety of charges.

It just goes to prove what I've aways said: good habits and detailed training are never a waste of time.

Shifts like this are why I love my job.