policed action

reading the paper the other day i was reminded of an incident that happened a few years ago. 

walking across the Georgia viaduct to work one morning, i heard a noise from behind. i turned to see a slender asian man running, clearly out of breath, across the path of traffic towards the sidewalk in front of me. two large policemen were in pursuit. 

a police car came screaming down the viaduct towards us and came to a stop, as the policemen closed in on the man. he was cornered. the man stopped, raised his hands in the air, and was immediately pushed face first to the ground, knelt on, and handcuffed. 

all this happened as i stood no more than three meters away. now it did look as if the policemen were being just a little rough with him, given the differences in size, but who knows what the man had done or how dangerous he was. one thing for sure though, he'd certainly pissed them off about something because what happened next made my knees go weak. 

the two police officers got on either side of the man, each picked him up by a forearm and thigh, and dangled him head-first over the viaduct. the screams that came out of the man were like nothing i'd ever heard before. 

i approached the officers and squeeked out a feeble adrenaline garbled "hey guys come on eh!" they pulled the man up and dropped him on the sidewalk in the fetal position. one of the officers then walked up to me, right up to me, practically chest to chest, stood in one of those lifeguard stances (you know, where they have their legs apart and their hands on their hips), looked intensely into my eyes and said "we thought he had a knife". 

"well", i said. "it's a good fucking thing you handcuffed him then"... ok, i didn't say that, but he did, and that (combined with the fire in his eyes) was about all it took before I was scrambling to get the hell out of there. 

so why am i telling you all this? well, it's a goddamned blog....  (still a little tense) no, i was reading the paper the other day, remember, and i came across an article about Ian Bush and another about Kyle Tait.

The explanations the officers in both cases were giving all the way through, well i was just kind of going, "un, huh, un, huh, ok but, what about, that doesn't make..., yah but if you, then it doesn't..." 

sigh, at times i wish i could just bury my head in the sand, mind you that wouldn't stop anyone from biting me in the ass

moot or hooey?

when i went in to get the lo-down on type casting for film roles, they told me i'd most likely be cast as a police officer. sigh!