I had to move out of West Monroe after I decked a cop. My ex-wife and I were arguing, I tried to leave, so she followed me into the yard. Of course, the busybody neighbors called the cops.
When the cops show up, I'm sitting in my car and she's going nuts on the hood. She had ****** her head against the windshield and was cut.
I guess the cop assumed I had hit her or something because he was being a **** towards me. A crowd had gathered to watch (this was during Jerry Springer's heyday). I was "in the position" on the hood, and I turned my head to let the cop know I hadn't hit her. He reared back with his flashlight, so I spun off the hood and cold****ed his ass.
I was glad there was a crowd, then, seeing him about to beat me. They left, and less than a week later, I was living in Morgan City. They couldn't do **** to me legally since it was self defense with about 30 witnesses, but they certainly could have made my life miserable. ****ing redneck cops.
Damn, that's some crazy ****. No wonder you divorced her.
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