It seems like I have to call the cops way more than your average person, even though I'm of the belief that cops are never there when you need them, and always there when you don't, and usually deal with a situation so poorly that they just make it worse.
That said, I called the cops on the cops last week. Dickbag pig was patrolling at 3:30 am with no lights on at all.
Another time I ratted out a 60+ year old man driving the all over the road on Pearl Street in Boulder. Cops were on him in two blocks.
As stated, if you want cops, always suggest intoxication and a vehicle. They'll be there lickity split. That's their fascism payday. A phone in is not a police report.
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