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Ramblings: Not Your Usual Strawberry

By Hal Collier, Retired LAPD

This is a story I wish I could present to teen age school kids. It might just discourage a few from drug use. The dictionary defines a “Strawberry” as a woman who trades or sells sex for crack cocaine! I don’t know what a male who does the same thing is called. I was working graveyard shift in Hollywood when we received a domestic dispute radio call. It was about 2:30 in the morning and we figured some man came home drunk after spending the rent money at the bar.

We couldn’t have been more wrong.

teacherThe apartment was an upper-scale building and I’d never had radio calls there before. We were met at the door by a male who stated, “Come in officers, I called you!” The man stated he and his wife had been married for over five years but the marriage was over. He pointed to an attractive well-dressed woman sitting on the couch. He said his wife was a school teacher and a very smart woman. He then said, “That is, until she tried crack cocaine at a party a while back. She now spends her entire pay check to support her habit. Now she’s removing household items and selling or trading them for more cocaine. She’s about to lose her job and I just can’t take it anymore.”
She had become a strawberry! I asked the wife if this was true, she nodded her head, yes. I could tell she was high on drugs. I gave the man the best advice that I could under the circumstances and wished him luck. A few months later I ran into the woman at Hollywood and Western. Yea, she was high and not even close to the attractive woman I had seen months earlier.

 

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Okay, this woman was on meth, but you get the idea, right?

She told me her husband had thrown her out of the apartment and changed the locks. She was now living on the streets. A year later I got a radio call of a woman down in a doorway of the taco stand at Hollywood and Western. I stirred the woman awake and when she rolled over I was shocked to see it was the same school teacher. She was dirty and had open oozing sores on her arms. She had really gone downhill fast. She was barely coherent and had that vacant stare. I might have taken pity on her but I had seen too many follow the path to self-destruction by drugs. I wish I had a camera and took a picture of her that first day and a picture a year later. Showing it to kids, it might just save a few lives. I saw a lot of strawberries in my career but I never saw one fall this far this soon!

 

–Hal

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Ramblings, A Cop’s Irony

The story behind the featured photo: A Crowley PD, La officer comforts a child who’s lost his parents at a fair.

By Hal Collier, retired LAPD

 

I going to start this Ramblings off with a Webster’s definition: “Irony”:  Webster defines irony as “A situation that is strange or funny because things happen in a way that seems to be the opposite of what you expected.”

 

I really can’t think of a single news article or TV reporter who used the word Ironic when describing how police officers reacted to an incident. Well, that’s because they don’t understand cops or they don’t want to understand us. It’s also possible they or their bosses have an agenda that portrays cops as trigger happy racists.

 

I’m going to give you a few examples of Irony from a cops point of view. As I have seen before on Facebook and through e-mails, cops, firemen and other emergency responders see things that they might have trouble forgetting. You deal with the sights in your own way. Some of us handle it better that others. Many cops retire early and far too many commit suicide. They just can’t get the images out of their heads. More on this later!

 

I once handle a months-old  DB (dead body), the coroner remarked that there were 3rd generation maggots on the body. My partner and I were discussing where we were going to eat when we finished this call. Ironic. Here’s one I experienced many a time. I was standing over a sheet covered body waiting for the detectives to finish and watch the sun rise on a new clear day.

 

Thank goodness I only handled two of these in my career: SIDS death. SIDS is Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. After watching a mother hold her dead child, you go home and hug your own kids until they say “Daddy, I can’t breathe!” Ironic

 

I once handled a domestic violence call at Christmas time. The father came home drunk and smashed the Christmas tree and the child’s toys. The boy was the same age as my son and had the same innocent eyes. I woke father up and poked him in the chest, hoping he would take a swing at me so I could arrest him but only after he had all his stiches sewed up. Didn’t happen.

 

When I was very new to police work I was given a domestic dispute radio call in the exclusive neighborhood of Outpost Drive. I was only 23 years-old and still had some academy t-shirts. This couple was in their 70’s and they were asking my advice on how to solve their marriage problem. Hell, I was still trying to figure out my own marriage. Ironic

 

I’ve watched homeless men eat out of a trash can then requested code-7.

 

Part-2 on May 8th. More Cop Irony

Hal