Tweeker Seeker

Yea, and I’m sitting here the day after, feeling sick. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the exposure but I was exposed to MRSA yesterday by a junkie I arrested in San Francisco. For those of us who don’t know what MRSA is, it is a Staph infection that is resistant to antibiotics and, in some cases, can be deadly. The fugitive didn’t bother to tell me until after I cuffed her. Silly me for expecting a Fugitive heroin addict to tell me prior to being arrested that she has a potentially deadly infection. Not to worry, I suppose, I’ve already been exposed to Tuberculosis, Hepatitis, Scabies (disgusting) and several other communicable diseases. This is just one more perk to being a Bounty Hunter I guess, or just something for my resume.

I’m here sitting in our office talking with my partner and I started thinking about my very first arrest as a bounty hunter. Actually my first arrest ever. I remember it like it was yesterday. You know, like the first time you had sex or the first time you robbed a liquor store. A memorable day it was. It was in San Francisco, she was about the same age as me but quit a bit larger. No, not my sex partner, my first arrestee.  Anyway, I was there with a more senior investigator and he was going to “show me the ropes”, you know, “teach me how it’s done”. I remember it being very hot, standing in front of San Francisco Hall of Justice on Bryant Street. We were waiting for this girl to show up across the street, next door to a public parking lot. I was anxious and a lot of thoughts were bouncing around in my head. Thoughts like, “Am I going to get hurt?” and “What happens if we get into a fight?”. For some strange reason I was wearing a sweat shirt and my body armor (bullet proof vest). I was really hot and the sun was beating down on my bald head. It was starting to hurt and I was sweating profusely.

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