Those were the days, boy. Great stories. Fights, scrapes, bites, torn uniforms, stupid drunk and violent people,busted fingers, injuries that now leave me with arthritis, a Govt 1911 and an AR15 Carbine and an M1A Scout Squad and a Mossberg 590 to help keep me safe, a fast car, all the "fun". But it wasn't. Because I could not tell my wife about any part of that or she would get pissed that I was in that kind of work. All I had were other cops who would listen. This pic was a self portrait of me at a short time gig I did, and I kept this photo because it seemed pretty neat with the blue LED lights (mostly) all on. A slower shutter speed would have caught all of them. Now I am retired, and things are now pretty boring. It hurts a lot in my feet, knees and hands. Arthritis makes it difficult to go to sleep at times. But things are good.