By Sgt. Myles Willington
It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a dirty meth head that should have killed himself years ago, but no, I have to deal with him. Christopher Reeves of Utah, was wearing a Superman shirt when I arrested him on DUI and possession of meth. Don’t confuse this clown with the late Christopher Reeve of SUPERMAN fame. Even though I detested that crybaby, this is not the same guy.
Oh Myles, how can you talk ill of the dead, especially when they were paralyzed? Whose fault was that? This clown gets all that sympathy while I’m risking my life every day and then my ex-wife puts a restraining order on me while she’s fucking that drug dealer? Oh yeah, he’s getting sympathy. NOT. I rescued two women from a horned out fruit with diabetic legs in Arizona and right when they were about to run my interview, they cut to Christopher Reeve, needing to say “feel sorry for me.” Don’t make me puke. Oh yeah, and if you want to complain about me to RSR, go ahead, but don’t forget that we are nearing the first of the month. Shouldn’t you be running to Wal-Mart in your pajama pants with your 10 kids to cash your EBT card? Thanks Obama! Keep killing the middle class you socialist!
I like watching meth heads wither away. It’s a hobby of mine. I arrest one, offer them no help whatsoever, and then check on them every month and it’s hilarious. They get all fucked up. If you ever get a chance, check out meth heads, but don’t get too close. They offer BJs for 10 bucks and I learned the hard way that those gummy bastards can’t suck worth a shit.