Cops get to see folks at their best and worst. And some characters that just make you scratch your melon and wonder under which category of human being they should be listed.
There was such a dude who was called Heavy, because of his size I imagine. He was just reasonably tall, but thick, his wrists and ankles like 4x4's. He was also a drunkard and brawler and thief, earning him frequent vacations in our jail.
For his health's sake, it was probably a good thing as he was filthy beyond belief, the stench intolerable. When he came to the hoosegow, we'd hose him down and clean him up as best we could so the other inmates wouldn't gag and heave up their weenies and beans.
Once, during this process, he removed his rotten work boon-dockers, and the sickening stink caused strong men to stagger and fall back. When told to remove his socks, he tugged at them but the foot part remained in place. On closer inspection we found he'd worn the socks so long, without removing them, they'd grown to his feet. Yep, grown to his feet. We had to take him to the hospital to have them removed. (The doctor soaked them and scraped them off a little at a time.)
Another time, during booking, he was removing the contents of his crusty wallet, and among the cards was a huge Palmetto bug. He gently took it out and put it on the counter as though it was a pet. Noting our stares he said, "What? I lives with 'em."
Thereby removing all doubt that what we suspected was certainly true.
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