I am an FHP (Federal Highway Patrolman)

My wife works for the state of Michigan as a nurse. She works 3 days a week 12 hours a day. This gets her Sunday through Wednesday off. One on Wednesday the county sheriff asks me if I want to join him to go to the border for a few days. I only work 2 days a week as a full time FHP Officer. My buddy is an amazing dude. He goes out of his way to make sure my time with my family is as full as possible. I only work 2 days a week so that if something happens I have 5 days to be with family. I am also a full time student. So I am able to go. I have only been in office for a year and have never seen an ounce of drugs. I am from upper Michigan. I get very close to the Canadian border and we don't have much drug traffic. We are considered an area 5 out of 9 on the danger scale. The county goes from area 1 to 5. The higher numbers are closer to Detroit. So I am able to go. I am super excited. I drive to meet the sheriff at the courthouse. He is already there with his car. I put my stuff in my bag and we take off to the border. We drive for 3 hours and stop at a gas station in Ohio. He pulls up to the gas pump and parks blocking the only handicap parking spot next to the full size gas pump. I am a little confused. It is 9:30PM and we only have 2 hours to our destination. He gets out of the car and I follow him in the convenience store. He grabs a carton of Marlboro reds, a lighter, and a bottle of Evan Williams Bourbon. He pays for it and we go outside. He starts to drink in the car. He is not acting as the man I thought he was. He is an amazing sheriff, but now I start to question his ethics. He is talking about drugs, and how he wants to make sure that he can get all the drugs out of his county. He says the drug problem is going to be on the rise. He goes on about over dosing and how horrible it is. He is the typical anti drug sheriff. I drink a little bit of his bourbon to be polite. He drinks the whole bottle on his drive to the next courthouse. He is visiting an old friend that is a sheriff there. We get there and he parks next to another car with tinted windows. The only other thing in the car next to us is a large duffel bag. My buddy notices I am looking at the car. He says "Oh that is the chairman of the county council. That bag in there in full of meth and he is buying it now. I buy from him every 2 weeks. He is a good man who does good work for the community." I am stunned. I just watched my boss drink a whole bottle of bourbon and he just told me that our county council chairman is a meth head. I tell him I have to go to the bathroom. He says "make it quick" We only have 15 minutes until we leave." I go into the courthouse and find a bathroom. I pull out my phone and call my wife. I tell her everything I just witnessed. She is floored. She asks me what I should do. I tell her I just want to go home to her. She says she is going to call her friend, who was the county prosecutor, to see what he thinks. I am in the bathroom for 10 minutes. I come out to the car which has the chairman in it with the sheriff. They are both drinking. I get in the car and the chairman starts hitting on me. He is calling me cute. This is a 55 year old man telling a 24 year old that he is cute. I am mortified. I don't know what to do. They have a 5th and are taking shots. It is 12:30AM and we still have 3 hours of driving left. I am in horrible mood. I don't like anything that is happening. I want to just go home to my wife. I knew that I was going to be in trouble if I did that. So I just drank a little and went to sleep. I woke up to the sheriff saying "we are here" I open my eyes to see a huge field of full size RV's with a building that said "Border Patrol Training Facility" I get out of the car and get my stuff. I see a bunch of police officers carrying stickers, and coolers and that type of camping stuff. I see an old friend of mine. He was a full time FHP officer that worked in a county next to mine. This guy is a bad egg. I have heard him talk shit about people from the city (I am a city boy) I have heard him make racist comments and just knew that he was full of shit. He was an asshole. He looks at me and says "Oh look at that pretty boy over there. I see he is in the field now. What are you doing here?" He is a dick. I am over him. I tell him I am here for border training. He says that "so am I. I am going to learn how to kill those fucking Mexicans." He is just an asshole. I just walk away from him. I walk inside and I see a group of people that look out of place. I go over to them and introduce myself. One of them says that you look like you are new here. I said I am. I am a young lad from upper Michigan. They all laugh and say "Well you are in a whole new world now." I ask them where they are from. They all say they are from El Paso Texas. They say they are the sheriffs of El Paso county. I said "you are the sheriffs? I am only an FHP officer." They said that we are all here for the same training. They all seem like really cool dudes. They are all Hispanic. I am a big fan of the Hispanic people. I was raised by a lot of great Hispanic people. So that made me feel a little better. We all go into the classroom. There is 50 of us in there. 10 from the county I am from, and 40 from Texas. The teacher is a border patrol guy who has been there for over 10 years. He is teaching us how to find tunnels, meth labs, and hidden compartments. It is a lot of information. I am a very good student. I take notes and listen. I see a few of the Texas sheriffs weren't paying attention. They were talking between themselves. The teacher is great. He is very funny. I laugh a lot. I was actually having a pretty good time. Then we had lunch. I go outside to eat. There was a bunch of tables outside where you could eat. I sat at an empty table full of empty beer boxes. I am sitting there eating my food when 2 of the Texas sheriffs come to join me. One of them sits next to me and the other across from me. They just start shooting heroin full bore right next to me. I am floored. I am also scared. I don't want to get caught with these 2 assholes doing heroin next to me. I just finish my lunch and go back inside. I was super annoyed. The rest of the day was cool. That night we went to the bar. There were a lot of cool sheriffs there. There was a lot of great stories and a lot of good laughs. We were all very drunk, but that was okay because they are taking us back to the RV's in a bus. So we get on the bus and are riding around. I am with the same 2 sheriffs as before. One of them pulls out a bag of heroin and starts to shoot up. I try to get away but it is full. I tell him that I don't want to be around that shit. He says that I am a pussy. I tell him I am going to the back of the bus. I go to the back and sit next to a cool sheriff I had met earlier. He asks me what is wrong. I tell him what just happened. He says "Yeah the 2 sheriffs you met are junkies. They are also full blown pedos" I ask him to repeat himself. He says "Yeah they are sick fucks" I tell him I have to tell the teacher. He says "Don't bother. They just won't give a fuck. This is a long story, but the 2 sheriffs are brothers and their dad is a judge in El Paso. He is a very powerful judge." I just listen in amazement. He goes on to tell me about how the dad is a crooked judge and has been involved in drug trafficking for years. I just listen and don't say anything. I just want to go home. The bus stops and I get off to go to my RV. I open the door and see the chairman who was hitting on me earlier and the sheriff dead drunk with empty fifths all over the place. He says that we are going to party tonight. I want to puke. I am sick. I don't know what to do. I have never been in a spot like this before. I am full time student, full time FHP officer, and a full time husband. I was trying to make extra money working county for the sheriff. Now I am in this mess. I go to the only bed in the back of the RV and just go to sleep. The next day was just as horrible. A hang

I am an FHP (Federal Highway Patrolman)

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