People that have seen me upset and agitated have told me that if I don’t control myself I am going to have a heart attack and die.
My response has always been the same: If I don’t explode, I may have a heart attack, but if I let my frustration out and take it off my chest, I never will have another heart attack.
Of course, I only get agitated, upset and lose my temper among my friends, among people that I can be with and people that I may be able to trust a little bit.
About that part of having a heart attack and dying, that will not happen because I will not give my enemies the pleasure of seeing me dead.
While I am meditating I wonder what it is about me that makes people dislike me so much and I come to the conclusion that my biggest problem is that I am not a hypocrite; I speak what I think and, like Tony Montana on Scarface, “I always speak the truth, even when I lie I tell the truth.”
People often think that because I speak with an accent I also think with an accent and that is where they are wrong and get surprised when I play their games and then let them know I was well aware of their intentions to trick me.
A long time ago there was a Metro Police Sergeant by the name of David Hansen that was the terror of the ladies of the evening that worked several hotel casinos on the Strip.
One night I got a call from Sergeant Hansen who, by the way, when his own people on the police force accused him of having organized crime contacts in San Diego, Calif. and started an investigation on him, I defended and wrote positive articles about him despite the fact that once he harassed my business partner and another girl that I was
dating at the time and accused them of being prostitutes.
Sergeant Hansen asked me if I was going to be on the Strip that night and if we could meet at a restaurant to talk, to which I said yes.
When I arrived at the restaurant Hansen was already there with his partner, Detective David Hatch, and we exchanged a few jokes over a cup of coffee until an assumed beep interrupted our supposedly friendly conversation.
For those of you too young to know what a beeper is, let me explain: a beeper was the equivalent of today’s cell phones for letting you know that someone was calling you. It beeped and you had to go to a telephone and call whatever number was displayed on the beeper screen.
Everyone had a beeper, but for a while the cop mentally was that those carrying a beeper were pimps or drug dealers despite the fact that undercover cops, doctors, bail bondsmen and many others always had a beeper.
David Hansen told me that they had to go downtown for something and asked me if I wanted to take a ride with them. I accepted the offer and took a ride with them to police headquarters, where they sat me in a room with one-way glass.
After about twenty minutes they came back and signaled me to follow them out of the office and drove me back to the restaurant to get my car.
On the way back I asked them if the trip was successful for them and if anyone recognized me. Hatch responded that if I thought that they were playing, why did I accept the offer of the trip.
My response was that I did not have anything to hide and if they wanted to show my face to anyone else it was fine with me.
They both responded that they would not do anything like that to me, but their tone of voice betrayed them.
I like to believe that my life is an open book and never hide anything that can jeopardize the reputation of the other person because I have nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to be embarrassed of, because I live an almost spotlessly clean life, as clean as any human being.
When former Clark County Sheriff Jerry Keller came to my office to introduce me to Sheriff Candidate Larry Burns and was looking for our support, the first thing I did is to tell Capt. Larry Burns the story of my life because, out of respect to him and the former sheriff, I thought it very important to come clean with him.
After I told the story he told me that he already knew my story, but he was grateful that I respected him to come clean with him. That was one of the best things I did in my life, because Larry Burns lost the election, but it is my humble opinion that he is a decent man and has the best interest of the community at heart.
I am not a hypocrite; I either like you or I don’t like you, but either way I treat everyone with respect and if anyone wants to act differently toward me that is their problem.
It is not a secret that former District Court Judge and former Nevada Supreme Court Justice Nancy Becker is not at all one of my favorite individuals, but I still don’t go around blasting her or writing bad articles about her because to me she does not exist.
You see, once my ex-wife asked me why I hate her mother and I told her that she can rest assured that I don’t hate her mother because hate is a feeling and I have no feeling for her mother.
The same happened with the late District Attorney Rex Bell, who for a long time I considered a friend; but when he betrayed me, double-crossed me, I buried him right then, so when he really died I didn’t even mention or comment about his death. I was truthful.
Recently retired District Court Judge Valorie Vega is a little different story. I consider her a very mean judge, a racist and unfair judge, but I have no problem sitting at the same table with her at a Latin Chamber of Commerce lunch because my opinion of her is not personal, but professional. I happen to believe that she was not a good judge, but personally I find her very pleasant and I am sure that she is aware of my opinion of her because I know she reads the Las Vegas Tribune.
I believe that I am a very lucky person for being able to separate my business and professional communications from the personal relationships that I may create during my professional career.
I am a very old-fashioned person; I don’t mind having lunch with friends and acquaintances, but it will be a miracle to see me having dinner with anyone. To me dinner is a precious time to share only with family.
Next week I will be talking about my experience and my relationship with some of the sheriffs of Clark County.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.