NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE is a law enforcement memoir to be published sometime in the near future.
It is the story of my career as a deputy sheriff with Los Angeles County, but it isn’t just a collection of war stories; rather, it is a compelling story of pain and healing, self-doubt and certainty, love and hate. It’s a story that begins with promise and ends with hope, if only a sliver.
The job is replete with shoot/don’t shoot scenarios, and sometimes you never knew how close you had come to killing or being killed. Other times you did.”
It is about my journey from innocent childhood to the deadly encounters I would survive on the streets of South Los Angeles, and my years at the elite sheriff’s homicide bureau. There, I would eventually stand over the bodies of dead gangsters, murdered children, an up-and-coming rap star, a Native American burned alive by skinheads, the beautiful Lana Clarkson who lay dead on Phillip Spector’s floor, shot in the face.
As I drove to the bureau on my first day there, both excited and nervous about my future, a young man exited a city bus and walked across a set of railroad tracks, apparently oblivious to the flashing lights and deafening whistle of the locomotive that bore down on him. Before I had been offered a cup of coffee or assigned a desk, I was dispatched to handle the tragic death—on my own.
When I arrived, the Industry station patrol deputy who handled the call briefed me on his actions and observations preceding my arrival. I took copious notes as he told me he had received the call, responded, arrived and observed parts of the decedent’s body and his personal property strewn a quarter mile along the tracks. He turned and pointed to a distant landmark and said, ‘There’s a shoe with his foot down there, that’s the farthest body part we’ve located. I think we’ve found all the pieces.’ “
I finished the manuscript six months ago and began shopping for agents to represent me. I had hoped to have it published by a traditional publishing house, a formidable task in the publishing world.
I queried seven literary agents, two of whom were excited about the project, and within days of receiving my queries and sample chapters, requested the full manuscript. This was exciting, a big deal in the publishing world where your odds of landing an agent are equal to those of winning the World Series of Poker.
Then St. George Floyd happened and suddenly both agents declined to represent me, citing a soft market for law enforcement memoirs. Of course, I don’t believe them. Wouldn’t they know their markets before asking for the manuscript? Isn’t it more likely that their motives were more likely aligned with the rampant “cancel culture” that is the “new norm?”
Or perhaps the memoir, raw and truthful, offended their delicate senses.
You hear tales of cops who spent their entire careers (God knows where) never having to pull their guns. That wasn’t Firestone. It wasn’t South Central Los Angeles. We pulled our guns multiple times each shift and often had them pointed at dangerous adversaries. With the numbers of gang members, drug dealers, and hosts of other violent criminals that we would encounter on a regular basis, violence was always anticipated, and it often came. It was that expectancy that gave us an edge and kept us alive. Mostly.”
So now I’m carefully shopping for independent publishers who work directly with their authors, eliminating the need for an agent.
Griffin, fluently bilingual, repeated the commands in Spanish. The man stared at us through bloodshot eyes while waving a pistol around, the one he was shooting into the air when we arrived. I was squeezing the trigger on my revolver. Mike was yelling at the top of his lungs, the Spanish rolling off of his tongue as beautifully as a mariachi melody, as we literally found ourselves in a deadly standoff. I felt the pressure on my trigger. This was it; I was going to have to shoot a man. Some of my friends were still in college, others living at home, working at Magic Mountain or Taco Bell. If this drunk man with the gun brought the barrel in our direction—intentionally or not—I would have to pull the trigger. You didn’t wait until they let one fly in your direction. That’s not how you went home at night. I kept the front sight of my revolver glued to his chest—the ten-ring—and I watched the gun in his hand with an intensity I had never before felt.”
For me, self-publishing has offered the freedom of voice—I haven’t the burden of being told to choose political correctness over authenticity when it comes to raw language, that which is factual and necessary if I am to be true to the tales. Each time I’ve thought about submitting my Dickie Floyd Detective Novel series to a literary agent, I’ve decided against it, knowing they would never allow my work to go unchanged in these areas. I believe most of my readers appreciate the genuineness of my prose.
I always knew life could come to a screeching halt—we saw the aftermath of it all the time—but I never had thought that for me it would be the result of a plane crash. I thought of my children, Jami and Randi Jo, just little girls at the time, and I thought of my wife. I pictured the three of them at home, busy in their routines, no idea of the predicament I was in. I had been in many situations wherein I could have been killed, but none that allowed considerable reflection as it slowly unfolded. I had no control of the situation, no say in the outcome. Honestly, these were the most frightening ten minutes of my life.”
If I don’t find an agent or publisher with whom I can come to an agreement on the terms of this project, I will eventually self-publish this book, too.
The conversation with my sister had taken place not twenty minutes before the carload of hooligans pulled alongside me. After hearing I had been called in for the riots, she called me, emotional and scared, uncharacteristically indifferent to the plight of her fellow humans while fearing for the safety of her baby brother, the smart-alecky little redhead who had grown into a man and now drove into the abyss with a shotgun on his lap. She was but one of millions who had been unable to turn away from the images on TV: the bloody trucker, groups of thugs looting, shooting, burning their communities to the ground. And it had terrified her.”
NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE will be published, and I hope that happens in the very near future. Because not only is it an exhilarating story that needs to be told, but it is mine to tell
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Thank you for reading my blog. I hope you will share it with your family and friends.
How about Lee Lofland’s new imprint at Level Best Books. He’s a retired cop/blogger/author who just partnered up with LBB to publish cop stories. Pre St. George, but still looking for manuscripts. Go to Level Best Books or Lee Lofland’s The Graveyard Shift. Here’s the link: https://leelofland.com/new-arc-books-is-open-for-submissions/
Thank you, Thonie, I’ll check that out!
As always your concise & elegant use of the English language makes a tale shine even brighter! Hang in there!
Thank you, Valerie. (:
We’ll be standing in line very,soon. And then the after party.
Who should play you? Hummmm….
I hope you’re right! Thanks, Dana.
B.I.G. S.C.R.E.E.N. or a series.
It will be done.
Telling the stories… sharing the memories
Tension on trigger, teaching while trying to save lives. Pretty complex night at work but all we had to do was stay alive. Count to 480 minutes absent overtime. And watch out for our sister cars. Easy days my friend.
Working together and having the opportunities we had….. would not trade those times for anything
Nor would I, Mike. Thank you once again for the great training, partnership, mentorship, and lifelong friendship.
Lot of ships in there, we could have been pirates! (;
Hopefully you will get this one published sooner than later. I have enjoyed all of your books so far and am eagerly waiting for the next one. This one sounds like a true piece of history as seen through the eyes of a street cop.
Chuck, thank you, sir. It means a lot coming from you!
I have no doubt this will be well worth reading. No doubt whatsoever !
Thanks, Sonny… you’re mentioned a few times as well as Johnny, of course.
Writing a self reflective that reveals ones inner self, thoughts and emotions is not an easy task, but your willingness to throw that out to the general public is courageous. Can’t wait to read the book. I applaud your willingness to “peel your onion” as they say.
Claude, thank you, my friend!
Loved your books, spent 29+ with LASO retired in 99, brings back memories from my days as a station detective in AV, Keep up the good work of real tales of police work.
Will do, sir. Thank you!
Keep pushing. I want to read it. Sounds great Have u heard of mark Dawson I think he helps authors publish their books. He does John Milton books. Wishing u luck
Hi Kathy, Yes I most certainly will keep pushing! I do know of Dawson and what he does is help other self-publishers learn the ins and outs of the business. He is by far one of the most successful self-published authors there has ever been. I am in his FB group and I’ve listened to many of his podcasts. Thank you!
It’ll happen brother. I know it!!!
Now back to your typewriter 😁😎😉
Really looking forward to reading about your experiences!! Enjoyed the “Blog Teaser”..lol. Another great job Mr. D. Floyd!
Thank you, Carrie! (:
Looking forward to reading it.
After all, your name is all over it. (:
Hope you get it published okay. Loved all your books so far and looking forward to your autobiography.
Thank you, Ian! (:
Can’t wait to read the new one! As an outsider who lived with and loved a cop then had a daughter go into law enforcement, it will be a glimpse into their other life.
Yes, it will. Thank you, Vickie!
Well Danny you’re in damn good company. They are talking about tearing down monuments to Washington, Jefferson and Franklin in DC. The Republic is offensive to them so I guess it’s not surprising an honest man would be offensive to them. Publish and I can guarantee one copy will be bought and relished. The truth is hard to find nowadays. Thanks
Thank you, Doug. You have confirmed what I believe to be true, that there are many who thirst for the raw truth in literature, something that is difficult to find nowadays. I appreciate your support! Danny
Self publish if you have to! You have too much writing talent to waste. Publishers might not appreciate your writing skill, but your reading public (including the cops) certainly do! Hang tight!
Thanks, Ed… I don’t think that it’s my skill they don’t appreciate, it’s the authenticity and rawness, which is in contrast to their polically correct woken BS.
All I will say is this, that this Manuscript is 24 Karat Gold! This story Must be told about the real Los Angeles of the 1980s, the Crack Wars that destroyed many innocent lives and the police officers who were facing heavily-armed drug dealers with revolvers and sheer determination! The 1992 Riots exposed how fragile the social fabric of Los Angeles really was; and the homicide cases must have been heartbreaking and filled with rage, that no court verdict can ever take away.
Your words are magic, because very very few authors have the gift of telling the anecdote and transporting the reader to a moment in time! Just from reading the anecdote previews, I honestly feel that I have traveled to a moment in time! Please do a tie-in to a documentary about your experiences! Your story must be told, because history cannot be silenced or censored. History cannot be deleted or altered because “feelings” might be hurt under the guise of Political Correctness. The 1980s were a time where understaffed and overworked police officers, deputy sheriffs, and the courts, were fighting a war in the urban landscape of South-Central Los Angeles. The USSR and Communist Chinese brought misery by importing a deadly killing implement called the AK-47. Once those rifles hit the streets of Los Angeles under the guise of “sporting” rifles, many lives were shattered forever. That was the reality in the L.A. of the 1980s.
As for the BLM, Antifa, and all the nonsense that are protesting “injustice”, American Law Enforcement are examples of Professionalism and Integrity. From extensive travels to the Third World, and living in slums as in my case, BLM and Antifa have their fantasy of making America turn into the violent parts of Colors the film. The parts where nightly gun shootouts with fully-automatic MAC-10s and AK-47 rifles are the norm, and the police are not able to enter entire neighborhoods without a SWAT team or heavy backup. Neighborhoods where the residents are hostages to crime and the fear of being hit by crossfire or a random bullet is a daily reality. A Biden victory in November will mean the loss of the right to self-defense and lawful firearms for 2 or 3 generarions, if not forever! Drug lords and gang members will not obey any gun buyback. So hopefully Americans everywhere wake up to the reality of what is on the line this November. The future is fragile this time.
I agree, Raul. Thank you!