shit you don't see everyday... unless you're those guys

i saw some shit today that was straight out of a poorly written but well financed movie-

i was working on the fire alarm at a police station near, but not within the Detroit city limits and there was this mysterious "special investigation department" room that was locked to all but the chief. As luck (or Allah) would have it, i needed to get in tis room to check some documents. Turns out this is actually the narcotics department and these guys are crazies... walking through this door transported me from an average, clean walled, cubical ridden police office into a well-funded, kill crazy frat house.

It was a big room and there were still cubicles around the outside area, but the eye was instead drawn to the posters on the walls: all either hot naked chicks (mostly Brook Burke) or movie shots of dudes with guns (Scarface, Tupac, Pulp Fiction, etc...) In the middle of the room was a giant 62 inch TV with a PS2 and a stack of DVDs, all either hardcore porn or COPS episodes. They had mini-fridges, scales, money counters and lots of nice things that you might expect to have found on say, a drug dealer before he was busted. The cubicles themselves were laden with evidence bags and drug paraphernalia, stun guns, swat equipment and colorful trinkets of all types. My escort, a certain Capt. who looked at me and had to acknowledge the situation in some manner, commented on how it took "a certain type" to work in this department. I nodded the nod of a man who knows too much for his own good nods.

I should back up... a few minutes before this all happened, i was working on smoke detectors in the holding area. Not the cells themselves, but the hallways outside the cells. To get into this area, you need the giant key ring with the giant keys you see featured so prominently in any prison movie. Long story short: rather than escort me the whole way, this guy hands me the key ring (which I'm damn sure had the keys to the cells as well) and says "here ya go."

news headline: "local man killed in prison riot"

Back to the Narcotics department. None of the Narc guys were around when we were there, so the Capt. and the maintenance guy started chatting about the room to each other. They observed the bag of shrooms on one desk and kicked a playboy aside. They discussed the pimped out H2 that had been brought in recently and were it might end up. in all they seemed pretty oblivious to my presence, which is the tremendous power of a work uniform and tool bag. I had to wrap it up quick because that damn chief was breathing down my neck. Said i was too wrapped up in this case. On my way out i think i saw Will Smith.