Last Friday officer from our Fugitive Task Force went to serve a warrant for robbery on some jackass. Evidently, he'd gotten a job under another name, but someone saw his wanted poster and called to tip off the police. So two fugitive officers find the guy at work. They approach and a foot pursuit ensues. The guy jumps a fence and runs for about a half mile before coming to a small lake.
I won't even make a joke here. I should, but I won't. The guy runs out into the lake and drowns. We recover his carcass, along with a bag of crack cocaine, several hours later.
His autopsy reveals another interesting story. A year before this idiot was strolling down Martin Street with another Blood Gang member. This other guy, for no apparent reason, was waiving a pistol around and screaming, "Everybody know me, yo!" While he's screaming he fires the pistol repeatedly in the air and then brings it back down. Only he forgets to stop pulling the trigger and shoots this guy, his best friend, in the chest. The medical examiner digs the bullet out.
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