Here's another story.. I was called to home one time where there was a huge party going on. Apparently a few people at the party had gotten into a fight over a drug sale gone bad. Well the owner of the home was a dirt bag small time drug dealer. When we showed up, the owner came out and started yelling at us to get off his property and was trying to act all big and bad in front of his friends. After he threaten one us, we went to place the cuffs on him and of course he wanted to fight. We took him to the ground and the whole time he was kicking and screaming like a real bad ***.
2 weeks later I get a call to meet this dirt bags sister at his house. She didn't say why, she just wanted to see me. So I show up and she's standing outside the home crying. When I walked up to her, she asked me to step inside the house. I asked where her brother was and she said he was inside dead. I called for back up and went inside. She lead me to the back bedroom and he was laying on the bed with one hand on his privates and a crack pipe laying next to him. The best part was that this bad *** was dressed in woman's thong, bra and night gown. His hair was curled like a woman's and he had makeup on and there was a big sex toy inserted you know where.
Just 2 weeks ago this bad *** drug dealer was fighting with us and then we find him dressed up like a women masturbating with his toys, dead after getting some laced crack.
Needless to say, I took a lot of pictures of the scene. Strictly for evidence of course.