Memphis Cops... You Guys Have Got to Chill the Phuck Out

Count this is near death #2 for me caused by Memphis PD chasing someone.

I'm getting ready to pull out of a gas station onto a busy G'Town Parkway when a Caddy and Chevy SS truck come shooting down the emergency lane at no less than 70mph. Couple of a-holes racing I figure.

After about 1.5 miles down G'Town, though, I see the cops downing a brother in the Wal-Mart parking lot and some other blues scooping up some goods from the middle of the road-- drugs maybe?

Since the red SS was driving off by the time I arrived I'm assuming he was undercover.

But now that the Memphis PD has put me in dangerous situations like this twice, I have to ask how important it was to nab these cats. Let me rephrase, G'Town was BUSY, so was it worth endangering the hundreds of people that the perp and the cop were weaving their way through?

Yeah, yeah, yeah we gotta catch the criminals but why don't you guys look at how many lives you're putting on the line to catch a dime store dealing pot head before you drop that bitch into overdrive and give out a good Duke boy holler.

And let's suppose this was not a small timer. Maybe this was the phucking Don Corleone of Memphis drug dealers. Well, if you were dealing with someone this big I figure you'd have helicopters and enough support staff to keep this guy from moving his ass crack in his underwear, right?

As a police officer once asked me after I was courteous enough to keep him out of harm's way: "What the phuck were you thinking?"