There's such a thing as tough cases, this might just be one of them.
Of course, if I had my druthers, strip clubs wouldn't exist. Which would have solved this tough case all together and a few others as well.
Yeah that!
What I'm about to say is not exculpatory of anybody, BUT:
After 3:00 o'clock in the morning?
The guy has two kids?
He's at a strip club?
A strip club in not exactly a part of town known for, well, family values?
I was one of those guys moderately afraid of matrimony and just plain terrified of fatherhood -- and I used to be a chaplain in pediatrics and I LOVE kids, always have. But the responsibility of one of my own? YeeOW! Get me OUDda heah!
But you know where this goes: Having a kid, and a sick one at that, stretched me to where I thought I would tear (analogy to child-birth entirely intentional) or go mad or something. And it's the best thing on terms of rewards and in terms of keeping me from being a totally useless air-sucker that ever happened to me. Way, far, exponentially the best.
And this guy decides to marry his alleged high-school sweetheart and prepares himself for a lifelong unconditional commitment by going to a titty show and staying out WAY past his bed time? Who was watching the kids?
Sleep with the dogs, wake up with fleas -- and some of those fleas are 9 mm in diameter.
As I say, not to excuse any possible errors, or worse, on the part of the officers, and certainly not to say the guy in anyway deserved the involuntary shuffling off of the ventilated mortal coil, but compost happens, and it tends to happen most near compost piles. You wanna minimize the parts per million occurrences of compost? Stay out of the dung heap.