Drunk in the Park

It was a hazy, hot and humid August night and as usual we knew we would be sweating our asses off on the horse. But we marched on and prepared for the nights work. I decided to wet my horse down to cool him off before the nights work. We then waited about 1 hour for the sun to go down and then headed uptown. Once we got uptown we headed for our usual destinations, the park and the city center. In the park we noticed that there was one of the regulars drunk off his ass lying down. We approached him and told him he had to leave the park immediately or we would help him leave. He chose option 1 and his other homeless buddy helped him to wherever they would call home for the night. My partner had an interesting idea; he said we should call a bus (ambulance in cop lingo) and have him taken to the hospital but the catch was that we should take his backpack and voucher it at headquarters as his punishment. I thought it was funny. These homeless guys are a royal pain in the ass. Most of them are friendly towards us but it seems as if they all are emotionally disturbed. We keep close tabs on them because when you have nothing to lose you are capable of anything. Until a better solution arises we continue to solve the problem with the "it's time to go, we don't care where you go but you can't stay here mentality". Well by now we were very hot but a quick visit from an employee of one of the restaurants would change that. She came out and brought us each a cold bottle of water. Every night they give us some water. It's greatly appreciated and we enjoy bullshitting with our "fan club" as we call them. There are lots of loyal fans in the "Horse Nation" a term I like to use as a homage to the great rock band Kiss and their followers the Kiss Nation. Well after 11:30 pm we headed to the bar scene where we would spend the remaining 1 1/2 hours checking out the sights and laughing at all the drunks.