Hello again, Lifers, Patrions, and Convicts.

It's P.T. Allen.

And again, my stories are not for the thin-skinned or easily offended.

Let's take a moment, all of us, to pray for the Overton family in this time of difficulty.

Those of you that have heard my recordings before, no, I really didn't have any intention of becoming a local police officer.

I got fired from a job because I was employed by the company owners, the, excuse me, correction, I was married to the daughter of the owner of the company when she decided she'd rather be married

to somebody rich than me. I got fired. I never really thought I'd be very good in law

enforcement.

I just didn't think I had the skills, but I know what I did do well at.

I did well at eating and having a roof over my head.

So I took a job as a local policeman when it was offered to me.

I then served with a sheriff's department and later became a state trooper.

Woody has told you many times, many times, that a job in law enforcement is a front row seat to the greatest show on earth, and he wasn't kidding. So I'd like to elaborate on that a little bit and let you know what it's like in the

life of a real life street cop.

So I'm going to put two stories on this one if you don't mind.

Try and help Woody and Cindy out a little bit.

I got a call one afternoon to the rich white section of the small town I worked in as a local police officer.

Now, I can pretty much get along with everybody, regardless of ethnicity.

I spoke Spanish.

To the minority community, I showed them respect and care, and they respected me in return.

So I had a great relationship with everybody except for two types of people.

The rich people that thought you were less than garbage as a police officer. And let's say the,

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