I have an addiction and it consumes me. The difference with this one is that my friends only throw more wood on the fire, my sober friends especially. My addiction is to the booking blotter search on the Palm Beach Post’s website. Every day you can go to the Palm Beach Post’s website, and right at the top they have the new arrivals at Palm Beach County jail button. There you can scroll through all the mugshots of the most recently people arrested in Palm Beach Country. It’s so awesome.
I’d like to applaud the brass at the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office as well. Our county is one of the few in the country that has this short of program going that makes it this easy to access all the mugshots. If this is the kind of stuff that my taxes are going to, then its cool with me. Just don’t waste it on useless stuff like paying the officers high enough salaries so we could actually get people that have completed the 6th grade.
There are so many things about it that are so interesting. If your into seeing the craziest looking bums, you can find it there. If you are into trashy skanks, those are plentiful as well. If your into seeing the freakiest hairdos or face tattoos, this is your one stop shop. However, my favorite is looking for people that I know. Living in and out of different halfway houses for the past 3 years, I get to see former residents all the time. This past week there was a stretch where I saw a former resident 3 days in a row, that’s my longest streak.
I get excited like a little schoolgirl every time I see somebody I know or used to know I should say. This could be because there’s a dark part of me that takes a perverse pleasure in others misfortunes. That might very well be the case, I think we all do to some extent. There’s no way you can’t laugh a video of someone getting hit in the nuts, that has always been and will always be comic gold.
However, I don’t think that’s the real reason that I like the booking section so much. I think its my only real outlet for breaking any news these days. I went to Journalism school at UF, and of course you always learn the high value of being able to break the story. Everything I write about these days is old news, some other jackass has already hit it before me. When I see someone that I knows booking photo, I immediately get on the phone to call other people that know them or I walk around the property here telling other people about it. Its not the gossip girl in me dammit, its the investigative journalist!
Just the other day I saw somebody I knew on there, and I immediately hit the phones. I called up a former roommate of his that’s still a good friend of mine, we’ll call him LAST ACTION HERO. Now on the Post’s website you can only see their picture, name and the charges. You gotta delve a little deeper and head over to the Palm Beach Country Sheriff’s Office website, and type in their name in the search, to find out if their still in jail or have been released and other info like that. So I call up LAST ACTION HERO and give him the news, we talked about it for a while and then nonchalantly at the end, he slips in there that I’m the 2nd person to call him about it. I didn’t say anything, but inside I was dying. I got scooped by somebody else and it sucked. I felt like a complete loser, who the hell wants to be 2nd with anything. As Ricky Bobby always said “If you ain’t first, your last.”
Sure, I was able to tell a lot of other people about it, and they all thought that I was the first one with the story. Inside however, I knew it was all a lie. I may have been laughing it up, but if you looked closely you could definetly see the tracks of my tears.
It was that day that I realized that breaking the news of acquaintances arrests in a double edged sword. The more people that I tell about it, the more people that are going to try and hop on the booking photo addiction bandwagon. It’s my cross addiction, and I want it all for my self. I know that there are other people out there that are also big fan’s of it, but I don’t want any one in my inner circle of friends to get in on it. Up to this point its been all basically fringe players that have been arrested, but I just dread the day when a major player in the world of Frank Fitton is up there and somebody else scoops me on it. If that ever happens I’ll have to just hang it up.
An interesting side note on it, is that yours truly did make an appearance there on February 28th for a DUI. None of close friends ever saw it until I brought up the fact that you can search back on the PBSO website for up to a year. Then of course they hall had to look it, I don’t really care after all it is my life and my life’s an open book. Ya’all can go ahead and check it out too. When it happened though I was back in AA at Oasis about 10 days later, and I saw BROOKLYN JOE there. He came up to me and warned me “stay offa my computer”.


I live in North Palm Beach, FL currently which is just a little bit north of Palm Beach, FL where I grew up, hence the name dumb ass. Anyway, here in Palm Beach country our paper is the hard hitting, never sleeping, thought provoking, Palm Beach Post. Today, I came across a very intriguing article entitled
First off let me start off by wishing everyone a Happy 4th of July, that means you loyal reader as well as you jealous cockblocking hater. Every 4th of July this issue comes up, does anyone know that fireworks are illegal in Palm Beach Country. Yup, our unAmerican lawmakers have banned our right to celebrate in the most patriotic of fashion by making things go boom.
I found a pretty interesting article in the Palm Beach Post, which is my local paper down here in lovely Palm Beach County. Their known for their hard hitting investigative exposes as well as award winning nautical interior design section. Anyway, in the article so cleverly titled