The Happy Narcissist

“Come pick me up to go to the annex, Jim.  Mike’s meeting us there.  We gotta get this figured out before tomorrow so that I can tell the Chief what’s goin’ on.”  Elkins told Ehrhart this over the phone.    What was “goin’ on” was that someone in the interagency drug task force had stolen one of the handguns…

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?” “This is Yuma Police Lieutenant Daniel Elkins, we have a 918 here at the Southwest Border Alliance annex.  One of the agents is shooting people!  Send patrol NOW!” “Roger. Units are dispatched.  Is there shooting now?” “YES!  PLEASE HURRY!” “Units are responding.  What is your location?” “I’m inside the annex.  The 918 is Deputy Jack Hudson.  He’s…

Sitting on the front passenger seat of his car, Jack Hudson used his mobile phone to call his wife. “Kathy, I’m in trouble.  I’m not coming home tonight.” “Whaaaat!  Jack where are you!” “I’m at the SBA.  I’m going to be arrested in a few minutes.  If I’m not careful, I’ll be killed.” “Jack!  What’s going on?  I don’t understand!” “I…

I mentioned when I started posting “Beg Mercy,” my book about the Jack Hudson murders in Yuma, Arizona, on the night of July 4, 1995, that I had helped in a small way to prosecute as a Deputy Yuma County Attorney, that I would periodically take a break to write about other things and to…

My post yesterday talked about a prayer that I mistakenly prayed in the springtime of my twentieth year; namely, “God, please lead me to do Your Will.” At the time, my childhood Roman Catholicism had morphed into a drug-addled New Age mysticism so that I actually believed that I was “God,” but don’t be too…