Living In Piketon Ohio: Pepsi and Doughnuts

Back in August, 2006, I moved to Piketon, Ohio. It seemed like a nice quiet town, but I had no idea that the law enforcement in this place would be so corrupt.

I have spent my life since high school standing up to bullies and punks. I always defended women, children, the elderly and the weak. I always stood up to bad people and evil every chance I got. I used my knowledge of fighting to help others. It was one of the reasons I joined not one, but two military branches.

Within a few months of moving here, I encountered my first bad cop. His name is officer Radcliffe.

Back then, I had a severe problem with a sleep disorder, that would take several years to finally get under control. I would be awake at all hours of the night, often times. For the first few months of living here, I often walked to the local BP station between midnight and five in the morning. Often times, officer Radcliffe would be in the BP when I went there to get a late night snack. He never once came up to me to introduce himself or anything nor did I to him. Still, we never gave each other any trouble, either.

That all changed one early (I think on a Tuesday) morning around 3:00 AM or so when he watched me come down from the hill, walk behind the auto repair shop and behind the ice cream shop, in front of the hardware shop and into the BP station to get a bag of doughnuts and a Pepsi.

He watched me walk out of the BP station, in front of the hardware shop, and behind the ice cream shop and behind the  auto repair shop which is where he snuck up behind me in his car and turned on the lights.

I stopped for a moment and watched this dickhead get out. "You got an ID?" he asked. I had a bag of doughnuts in one hand and a bag with my Pepsi in the other. I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Go fuck yourself." I told him, then proceeded to go my way.

"Stop!" He yelled, "I said, do you have ID?"

I stopped again and turned to face him. "On what grounds?" I asked. He stood there like the fucking idiot he was and still is. "You walked away from me when you saw me coming." He tried to explain his reason for this most unlawful stop. "What?" I gasped, almost laughing at this dumb-fuck. "I was walking back home the same way I walked to the store. Why would I walk away from a monkey fuck like you?"

He stood there for a moment with a stupid look on his face. "I still need to see an ID"

I started to walk towards him, dropping both bags from my hands. "Maybe you need to see my foot up your ass, bitch. If you're trying to pick a fight with me, you're going to get one fucktard."

He backed up a few steps and placed his hand over his gun as if he was prepared to pull it, and shoot. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't carrying that morning. Fortunately for him, I wasn't carrying that morning. And one more thing, I am not Superman. Bullets do not bounce off of me. I also saw the fear in this punks eyes. I knew if I didn't get control of the situation, I was going to have to take his gun away from him when he pulled it and use it against him. Because I try to use violence as a last resort, I calmed the situation down a little. "You know you have no right to stop me. I saw you watching me when I walked to the store. You have no right for what you're doing right now and you know it, bitch."

He simply asked me again for identification and I told him I didn't have it on me because I went to the store and the last time I checked, it wasn't against the law to go to the store. He tried to give me a lecture on carrying my ID at all times to which I told him to kiss my white ass and suck my cock. (Or words to that effect.)

I gave him my name and social and allowed him to call it in. I stared him down the whole time. When everything came back clean, he said I could go. I told him how lucky he was not to have place a finger on me because I had / have every intention to beat his stupid ass into a three month coma. I also informed him I would be filing a complaint against him later that day and, I also told him that I would be carrying my gun with me tomorrow at the same time if he wanted to stop me again.

His stupid face continued to stare at me with confusion. I don't think he could believe what he was witnessing. Someone who is actually standing up to him and his corrupt behavior.

Later that morning, I did make my way to the station and I did file a complaint and I did get to talk to chief  Nelson.  Not that it did any good. It turned out that chief Nelson was a dumb-fuck crook, too.

Anyhow, the next evening / early morning I went for a little stroll. I didn't go to the store, I just walked around, loitering in front of officer Radcliffe, who was sitting in his car observing me. I was basically taunting him. I was ready for him tonight. However, he didn't take the bait.

That following morning, around 2:00 AM or so, I did go to the store again. And yes, I was armed. The clerk told me that officer Radcliffe had come in the previous morning and asked her to file a fake complaint against me in so he could come to my place and arrest me.  She said that she couldn't do something like that and declined. I told her she should have gone through with it because the moment he would have knocked on my door, I would have shot his stupid ass through the window. And I would have.

I went back down to the station later that day and filed another complaint. I was in luck as officer Radcliffe and chief Nelson were there. I gave them a verbal bashing like I never gave before in my life. I called them every name in the book and names that were never in the book. They argfued back as well, but I was the loudest.

When the dust settled, I ultimately told them both that if they ever want to come up and arrest me, they needn't to have any reason or excuse, just come .... and I would make sure to make them good cops.

That entire encounter was about as nasty as could be. The only thing I knew for sure was, they were really bad seeds. I then tried to reach out to Mayor Bill Spencer but as you will learn in this series, the Mayor is probably more corrupt than his shit-hole cops.

But that was my first experience with these evil assholes, and soon, you will learn of my second encounter. Meanwhile, in my next post, you will get to know "Chuck" and hear his story. It's something you didn't see coming, and yet, you probably should have. lol See you then.