Matt Goff says: I think someone in the SFPD is an aspiring author. Some of the writeups from the blotter are hilarious (intentional or not).
My favorite so far is at the bottom of the first page (Monday, May 16, 8:55am).
He had not run for very long before he realized the two cops were
only pacing him. They could see something he could not. With each frantic
step a sense of dread nagged at him. The more calm and calculating they
were, the further behind he left his common sense, and his panic ratcheted
up. As he ran, the black and white radio car glided silently along behind
like a predatory whale.
