Jason was a regular source of information for me when he worked as one of a four-man detail of the Maryland Transit Authority Police, assigned to patrol the Baltimore Travel Plaza. He quit the cop business to drive a seafood truck and play guitar at South Baltimore night spots. Below are two recollections of his.

#63-15: day, seconds, eye-witness

“The scariest thing I ever saw was these two girls fighting at Owings Mills High School. The one girl—no bigger than the other girl—had her by the hair with both hands and was whipping her around in circles—completely off the ground—like a parent would do with a kid, playing around and holding them by the arms. This was right in the hallway. When she got up a lot of velocity, and the girl was flying parallel with the floor, she let go and launched her into a row of lockers. It was horrible."

#63-16: day, over a minute, first-person aggressor

“This was at a gas station. I was delivering seafood and this black guy wouldn’t let me out. He was about Mike Tyson’s size. (Jason is 5’8” 170lbs) I kept honking the horn and he said, ‘Fuck you.’

"I said, ‘No, you didn’t say that!’

"We both got out. It was snowing and he was standing uphill from me. I went stupid and kicked him. He grabbed my leg, slammed me to the ground, and started punching me. He definitely knew what he was doing. He rocked me, and I wrapped my legs around his neck. He was picking me up by jerking back and slamming my shoulders on the pavement. He was incredibly strong, but started saying, ‘It’s cool. We can end it.’

"I was like, ‘Fuck you!’ and was hooking him to the face and ears. Then we heard the sirens, and as if by mutual agreement, got up and pretended we didn’t know what was going on.”

-Jason