Chasing Drunk...

So, I respond to a domestic violence call, and find a lady crying in her very small, very cluttered kitchen which has what appears to be coca-cola and tortilla pieces tossed about. She speaks very little English, but from what I can gather by the looks of the place and the smell of burning tortillas, and her nine year old daughter's translations, she's burnt her husbands dinner and his drunk ass commenced to throwing a glass of coke at her before screaming and cursing her existence.

We Cops don't tolerate this, so we go looking for him. As I round the corner to the house I hear a crash and a chain-link fence rattle and another officer yell, "He's running through the alley." I take off running around the house and find him "sprinting" down the middle of the street, street lights glinting off his head as he wobbles, swerves, and bumbles along. "STOP, POLICE DEPARTMENT!" I yell as I run. He cuts to the right and attempts to run through someone's yard, bad idea. "STOP!" I shout, closing in. He hears my footsteps and the clank of my gear, know he's been caught, and he turns and throws his arms out to the side. I lower my shoulder and drive his ass into the soaking wet sod. We wrestle for a bit before I get his arms behind him and handcuffs on his wrist.

The moral of the story: Don't abuse your wife, ever; especially while drunk, and then try to run from the police. We will catch you.

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