I’ve been involved in law enforcement in one way or another since I started off as a Police Explorer at age 15. This is by far the weirdest thing I had ever seen in my life. And it’s 100% no bullshit true……
I was working at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk a few years back as Security. I was having breakfast when I heard yelling form the parking lot. I stuck my head out the window of my second floor office and saw a guy with a mullet, clad in only his boxer shorts. “Heather! God damn it, Heather!”, he kept screaming. I called my supervisor on the radio and told him what I saw and asked him to meet me. I ran downstairs and stopped him and asked what the problem was. He pointed to a gold pick up truck stopped at a red light and says, “That bitch stole my truck!” I looked at the driver of the truck and she takes off. I ask the guy if he wants me to call the cops and he says “No, I’ll take care of this”. Now, the road in front of the Boardwalk is a one way. It goes around then you can make a left to come back towards the boardwalk or you can make a right and be free and clear into the city. For some reason, this chick decides to make a left and starts driving towards this nutjob. He stands in front of the truck and thankfully she stops. He starts screaming at her through the driver’s side window and reaches in to grab the steering wheel. She panics and guns it. My partner and I stop in the street as we see this Tacoma flying down the road with a half naked man hanging on to the door for dear life. We luckily had access to the local PD’s primary channel and called and asked them to speed it up. The guy reaches into the truck and throws it into park. We heard that awful grinding noise. Suddenly the guy opens the driver’s door and pushes this chick into the driver’s seat. We run up and I tell the guy he needs to wait for PD. He asks me if I’m a cop. I tell him no. Then he tells me to go fuck myself and drives off. Of course he didn’t notice that his front right fender is destroyed. PD finally arrives but we lost sight of the truck. As we’re standing in the parking lot, this woman comes staggering down the street. I recognize her as the driver, Heather. The cops contact her and find that she’s drunker than three Mexicans on payday. Suddenly we see mr underpants walk out of one of the seedy hotels that lines the rear of the Boardwalk, fully dressed this time. My partner points him out to the cops and one of them waves him over. He walks up to the cop and in his most calm voice says, “Is there a problem officer?” Of course I start laughing because I just saw him hanging onto the truck half naked. While the cops are talking to him they find the damaged truck. Turns out that Heather hit a few cars while making her daring escape. Heather is also a local prostitute/junkie that our friend was trying to “help”. Apparently byu fucking her. He fell asleep and woke up to the sound of his engine roaring. As we’re talking to this dude, I realize that I recognize him. I encountered him about a month earlier when, lo and behold, his truck got stolen by some junkie he was trying to help. He claimed he loaned her his car so she could go grocery shopping and she never returned it. I was trying to call PD for him, but he kept running his mouth. I told him to shut up and he got pissed, saying that I didn’t know shit since I obviously wasn’t a college graduate. To which I replied, “Yeah, I’m sure you had an education past the fifth grade”. PD shows up and he explains everything to them, but says he doesn’t want her arrested. The cop tells her that if he reports it stolen, then she’ll be pulled over at gunpoint if the car is found. He decides he doesn’t want to put her through the “trauma” of that and decides not to file the report. Then he starts bragging about how much money he makes, only to get mad that apparently we’re not getting hardons about it. So, back to the day in questions, I decide to issue him a trrespass notice because I don’t like him. He starts bragging again. “I’ll bet you never met a Silver Star winner.” “I’ve met plenty. And you don’t WIN a Silver Star, you EARN it.” “Well, I was a POW” “Uh huh” “I had a thousand stitches on my face.” I look at him and say, “Well, that explains your looks.” He gets madder. “I make $8000 a month from the Government”. “And you live in this shit hole motel?” I give him his paperwork and send him on his way. Next morning, I’m at work and am listening to the PD traffic on my radio. Fucko called the cops because another prostitute drove off in his truck. Approximately one week later I’m working and maintenance calls us on the radio, frantic. “You guys need to get to the bowling alley! There’s been a stabbing!” My partner and I run over there and find this black dude bleeding like a stuck pig from his left bicep. We call for EMS and apply pressure. Suddenly I look at the woman with him. It’s Heather! I ask her who stabbed the guy. She tells me it was the same guy whose truck she “borrowed”. Apparently he got pissed that she had a new bf and decided to stab him to show his displeasure. He ended up getting arrested and went to jail. after that, I have no clue what the hell happened.
