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Chapter 13 – TGIF...or Not-1
Chapter 13 – TGIF...or Not Friday, May 30th, 2014 Friday was hell from the word go. By 8:00 AM, I was ass deep in paperwork after a patrol deputy nearly totaled a cruiser in a high speed chase during the wee hours of the morning. He was trying to catch a drunk who took off after my deputy tried to pull him over for going left of center. When we finally cornered and caught the loser, we found a trunk full of moonshine in gallon milk jugs. The driver blew a .21, well over the legal limit. He was likely high on his own high octane shine. He was now in the drunk tank sobering up so he could be arraigned on multiple charges but the damage was already done and my head was throbbing. The illicit manufacture and sale of moonshine is an ongoing problem in the county that I just can’t seem to ge
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