It's getting bad out there, brother.

I'm one of those guys that signed up for the action—wanted to get my hands dirty in an adventurous way and also do some good—help people. I never sat out a call and loved it when a "fun call" went out. A fun call is any contact situation. My commanders would be surprised to see me show up.

Now the older guys, most of them would hold back—"I've got two years to retirement," that kind of thing. Now, you can't hit a guy that's trying to knock your head off, you can't hit him on top of the head to loosen his hands. So now, we're all old cops, trying not to lose our retirement.

For you, a guy who looks like he can handle himself, you need to walk away. If you come out on top of the bad guys that just puts you under the bad guys in suits—getting your life squashed out. Hell, I'm not allowed to defend myself and I'm operating behind a badge! Don't go there, brother. Walk away.

For women, my advice is don't get low on gas. You would not believe how many babes run with a low gas tank. If you end up out of gas on the side of the road, you're out of gas on the side of the road. But a woman, she'll get snagged. I've seen it too many times. It's not always the "we never even find the body" thing. She might come back, but she'll never be the same. No woman should drive with less than a half tank of gas. With a woman it's all about access. If the bad guy can get to her—she's done.

Be safe out there, my friend and always watch your Six-O'clock.