So last week i submitted an article detailing my experience with a masked gunman . As i sat in my apartment doing my thing ; my thing being writing, i heard a knock at the door and answered it to a gun wielding thug. Luckily things did not get to out of hand , the gun turned out to be fake and the individual was apprehended .

So after the punk ; yes i said punk , if you stick up innocent people as a means of obtaining something that is not yours , you are a punk was caught and the dust settled , i felt a mix of relief , outrage and disgust. Relief that i was still alive and was not injured in any way . Relief that i had gotten my phone back and was not out any money. Outrage that some idiot had decided to pick me as his victim as he set out to facilitate his glaringly obvious drug habit and disgust over the fact that a healthy 25 year old man was preying on me , a man who is a double amputee and in a wheelchair , which if course made me an easy victim in his mind. Most of all though the feeling was that of relief. At this juncture in life i have bee through enough that being robbed with a pellet gun (that i though was a 9 mm at the time) is definitely scary and an inconvenience but i try not to sweat the small stuff so to speak.

The following morning i did as the police had instructed and went to police headquarters to not only pick up my cellphone that they had kept over night so as to download the data on it in case the suspect had made any damning calls , but also to meet with detectives about the case. I was then told that the individual was going to be charged with armed robbery and after I gave my story for what seemed like the 100th time i was told i would get a court date in the mail.

As I may have touched on breifly in part 1 , I too have a "past" in as far as criminal behavior. Which is probably why i was so quick to detect that the asaliant was under the influence of drugs.

For several years off and on i struggled with addiction to several different drugs. I made some very stupid choices but luckily i never robbed anyone. As fate would have it the first police officer on the scene (who i now have an enormous amount of respect for) was not a stranger , in fact we had met on at least 2 or more occasions in the past and i could see it in his eyes immediately that he remembered me. The different was on these particular occasions I was on the opposite side of the law so to speak. Both times I was engaging in stupid behavior as a result of alcohol/drugs , doesnt matter what a drug is a drug. So i could tell my the officer's expression and overall demeanor that convincing him that I had nothing to do with this particular was not going to be an easy task

In their line of work police officers are subjected to all kinds of bullshit , be it petty fights between intoxicated lovers , or false charges of police brutality ( an ever increasing trend in modern society) and sometimes being assaulted and unfortunately in some cases killed . So I am sure that it is very easy to develop a jaded and bitter attitude towards those who do not exactly abide by the rules which civilized society are expected to follow. Not to mention the fact that mainstream media and a few "organizations" that have taken it upon themselves to stir things up under a false narrative that cops are out hunting humans which is not the case , sure there are some bad cops , some very bad cops but for the most part of you are doing what you are asked and not causing problems the vast majority of police are not looking for a reason to cause you any harm. I have always lived by a simple rule of thumb , that being , under any circumstance do not fight with the police because you will lose. In one way or another you will pay if you go to war (be it physically or verbally) with law enforcment