Well, I just apprehended a burglar about two hours ago, with the assistance of my next door neighbour. Dirty junkie kid broke into the neighbours' work van and station wagon.
Needless to say, the 15yo kid was caught in the act. I pinned him down while me neighbour got some cable ties around his wrists and ankles, and no sooner had we done that, the cops rolled down the street. They were impressed to find that we already had him restrained beyond moving.
They then cuffed the guy, and we promptly cut the ties, but the dumb arse kicked out at the cops as he was ushered into the back of a divvy van, and consequently copped a face full of capsicum spray. The cops then let him cook in the back of the van in a cloud of the gas - very unpleasant I imagine.
Anyhow, after a couple of minutes they let him out and hosed him down, and the action was over in the space of a few minutes. Then it was over an hour of the kid balling his eyes out, crying for mum, pretending he had asthma, the ambos checking him out and establishing that he didn't have asthma, the cops taking statements, and the sarge giving him the figurative 'slap on the wrist' and telling him he's a naughty boy.
Turns out the kid is already on two counts of bail, and was supposedly trying to snatch some stuff to hock off for weed. Sad really.
So an eventful night, and I now have a story to tell about my desperate, death-defying, almost martyr-like heroics, to which I will baste in the glory... with complete humility of course.
Well, I just apprehended a burglar about two hours ago, with the assistance of my next door neighbour. Dirty junkie kid broke into the neighbours' work van and station wagon.
Needless to say, the 15yo kid was caught in the act. I pinned him down while me neighbour got some cable ties around his wrists and ankles, and no sooner had we done that, the cops rolled down the street. They were impressed to find that we already had him restrained beyond moving.
They then cuffed the guy, and we promptly cut the ties, but the dumb arse kicked out at the cops as he was ushered into the back of a divvy van, and consequently copped a face full of capsicum spray. The cops then let him cook in the back of the van in a cloud of the gas - very unpleasant I imagine.
Anyhow, after a couple of minutes they let him out and hosed him down, and the action was over in the space of a few minutes. Then it was over an hour of the kid balling his eyes out, crying for mum, pretending he had asthma, the ambos checking him out and establishing that he didn't have asthma, the cops taking statements, and the sarge giving him the figurative 'slap on the wrist' and telling him he's a naughty boy.
Turns out the kid is already on two counts of bail, and was supposedly trying to snatch some stuff to hock off for weed. Sad really.
So an eventful night, and I now have a story to tell about my desperate, death-defying, almost martyr-like heroics, to which I will baste in the glory... with complete humility of course.
Needless to say, the 15yo kid was caught in the act. I pinned him down while me neighbour got some cable ties around his wrists and ankles, and no sooner had we done that, the cops rolled down the street. They were impressed to find that we already had him restrained beyond moving.
They then cuffed the guy, and we promptly cut the ties, but the dumb arse kicked out at the cops as he was ushered into the back of a divvy van, and consequently copped a face full of capsicum spray. The cops then let him cook in the back of the van in a cloud of the gas - very unpleasant I imagine.
Anyhow, after a couple of minutes they let him out and hosed him down, and the action was over in the space of a few minutes. Then it was over an hour of the kid balling his eyes out, crying for mum, pretending he had asthma, the ambos checking him out and establishing that he didn't have asthma, the cops taking statements, and the sarge giving him the figurative 'slap on the wrist' and telling him he's a naughty boy.
Turns out the kid is already on two counts of bail, and was supposedly trying to snatch some stuff to hock off for weed. Sad really.
So an eventful night, and I now have a story to tell about my desperate, death-defying, almost martyr-like heroics, to which I will baste in the glory... with complete humility of course.