If you didn't know by now I'm a huge fan of R&B Princess, Cassie. However as of lately she's made some pretty questionable decisions that have caused me to retract my feelings. 1st she shaved her head, now naked photos of her have popped up all over the Internet. I've decided to write an open letter to express how I feel. Enjoy...

Dear Cassie,

I never thought a day like this would come. It seems like just yesterday you were the beautiful shy, and timid young lady I fell in love with. Now it's almost as if I don't know you.

Maybe I think too much, but something just isn't right. In past relationships I would complain over drastic changes such as hair color, uneven or chipped french tip nails, and excessive make-up. But that's nothing in comparison because you seem to have taken the cake by shaving your head. I can't believe you would do something so foolish, especially when we live in the day in age where hair is so prevalent that most women your age are going to the extreme by purchasing it at local beauty shops. It's even gotten so bad where now it's offensive if a man of my stature can't separate the difference between a lace front wig, or track extensions. How you couldn't take all of this into account and not include me in this decision of shaving your head is beyond me. Now with your current hairstyle it's hard for me to call you cute, the term handsome seems better fit.

Just as I finally adjusted to your insanity and tried to come to terms with you and I possibly sharing the same barber, you've recklessly allowed naked photos of yourself to be uploaded on the Internet. This is the ultimate betrayal. Don't you remember your 1st single dedicated to me entitled "Me & U" not "Me, U, and the whole freaking world." You told me those photos were for our personal collection, you lied. Now when my friends say they know you inside and out, I ponder and ask myself if they're being sincere or just genuine perverted jerks.

I honestly want to think this is a desperate plea for attention, but something tells me there's more to the story. Perhaps this is a classic case of reverse psychology and you simply want to get rid of me. Well if that's true, then you've succeeded. I can no longer be embarrassed by your rambunctious like publicity stunts. I wish you and your career good luck. For the 1st time in my life I'm breaking-up and regretting every bit of it.

Lastly let me leave you with these words. Perception on love at 1st sight can be confusing, especially when either side is willing to admit guilt. In this case the only thing you're guilty of is buffoonery.

With the deepest regrets,
Steve Kells

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I've been out the academy for several weeks now. Everything so far about working in law enforcement has lived up to the hype. From the camaraderie of other officers, to the excitement of the job - it just couldn't get any better. As far as working on the street, I love it. I would honestly work this job for free if they asked.

I've gotten a chance to do some things different such as working in the "Tactical Unit." Working in the Tac Unit allowed me to dress in plain clothes (hoodies, jerseys, baseball caps, etc.) and do a wide variety of tasks that focus primarily on guns and drugs. My command staff loves how aggressive the younger officers are, and they allow us to come up with many different ideas to make arrests. The Tac Unit is pretty dangerous, mainly because of the element of surprise. By the time criminals identify us, we're placed in a situation where we have to make critical decisions and think fast, otherwise our safety is put in danger. There have been several situations where I've been extremely nervous, but from what I've been told that's completely normal in the beginning. Call me crazy, but something about sneaking up on guys in the housing projects makes me shaky 50% of the time. The other 50% of the time I'm overwhelmed with excitement. Either way unlike an office job there isn't a tad bit of apathy that goes with working in the Tac Unit.

Unfortunately after 9 days of working in the Tac Unit I alongside several other new Officers were temporarily removed from the unit for a couple of weeks while we get more familiar with the Patrol unit. The beard, the baggy clothes, and ear rings had to be tossed to the side for the uniform I worked so very hard to wear. In a way I was somewhat sad about leaving the Tac Team, but at least I got to enjoy it while it lasted.

Patrol is a lot different. Unlike working in the Tactical Unit, Patrol is more than just chasing guns and drugs. So far in Patrol I've worked side by side with several Senior Officers doing traffic stops, going to court, and responding to calls.

This past Friday, a Senior Officer and I responded to call of a burglary in progress. As we listened the the dispatcher on the radio my heart began to beat faster and faster. The Senior Officer looked at me and said "kid now it's time to earn your paycheck." For the next 2 minutes he drove as fast as he could to the scene with lights and sirens. As we arrived to the scene another squad car pulled right behind us. It just so happens one of the Officers was a good buddy (Ski) of mine in the academy. We briefly interviewed the home owner. She stated she was 6 months pregnant, and decided to come home early from work when she spotted two males in her home. She immediately ran out the house and called 911. After the interview we (Ski and I) went around to the back of the house while the other officers covered the side entrance. As we were approaching the house, I spotted one of the offenders. Without going into great detail, things got extremely tense and physical but it ended with him in handcuffs. The other guy took off running. I got on the radio and gave a description while we pursued him. Within seconds of the radio transmission, Angelo and two other Officers who were riding in an unmarked truck found the guy. Wow, my first burglary in progress and it couldn't have ended any better.

At the end of the arrest, we interviewed the woman again. It felt pretty gratifying to see her relieved that both offenders were apprehended. She got pretty emotional, and continued to thank us. For the 1st time ever I said one of more cornier lines in the history of law enforcement - "mam we're just doing our job." LOL! It looks like I've been watching too many movies. But in all seriousness it felt great to make a difference. Who knows what those guys would have done to that woman if we didn't respond in the timely matter we did.

....damn I love this job. Just to think it's barely summer, so the things I've seen thus far haven't even touched the surface yet. Stay tune!

Final Thought: This past week I've come across and even arrested several young men (mostly my age) with tattoos on their face. Tear drop tattoos on the face are one thing, but how about "Latin King" in old English letters, "Thug Life", "Ruthless", or one of my personal favorites - the White Sox logo. These guys obviously aren't in touch with reality, because anyone with a brain knows you can't be hired anywhere with tattoos like that. Maybe I'm a bit up tight, or maybe I'm just missing out. Perhaps I'll go grab KellsFetish.com across the forehead. Sounds like a great idea right?