I was supposed to retire in 5 days, a gold watch and everything. My wife’s already picked up a couple fat steaks and a lobster to go with it; I could already taste the melted butter. And then four days ago I got a call out to what looked like a standard hit and run. But then someone found a bruise on the kid’s back. Completely by accident too, something to do with some med student or something who had to have his work checked over, bruise didn’t fully form until a day later, and a day later that bruise was a partial license plate.

And of course the plate matches a known mob affiliate, because I was supposed to retire in a week, so why would I find something interesting or worthy like this when I was young and could do something about it.

So another cop ran a work up on our mafia man; turned out that the driver was Don Capelli Verone out for a little pleasure cruise. We found him on a street cam moments before and moments after the kid got hit, so there was no question who had done it, the real question was why. So then we went back to the kid. Turns out our John Doe kid was a rat for the police going to turn states evidence on the mob. So now we had motive, opportunity, and a weapon.

Now we go to trial right?

Nope, because none of it makes sense. Why the hell is a kid who’s about to rat out the mob just walking down the street without a Federal Marshal? Why was a mob boss driving his driver’s car? Why had no-one IDd this kid until now?


Bear says: Kind of a partial story floating around in my head.


It’s old, but you should check this out. It’s hilarious, seriously.

I know I promised to post about my trip, but I need to go pick up my van from the shop.

My interests changed too!

I was Away

October 13, 2009

I went to visit a good friend for Thanks Giving. I have learned many things. I will convey what I have learned to you when I am not in screaming pain.

The first and second seasons of RedVSBlue were comic cold. To this day I still repeat jokes from those two seasons because there were some episodes where I had to pause it for nearly twenty minutes because I was laughing so hard it caused me physical pain. I managed to find some videos on YouTube, definitely worth a watch.

I mentioned in my last post that there was a reason I had to move home, there was a reason that things were getting so bad all around me that I had no choice but to go home. The reason was my sister. See she’s been dating this guy who is just 9 miles of bad road. He’s drug head, he’s in trouble with the three dealers in town for screwing around with their girls, he works 40 hours a week at $20 an hour and is still perpetually broke because he spends his money on drugs, he treat my sister and everyone in my family like crap, and as an added bonus he enjoys ripping people off — He faked a severe back injury after a car accident he walked away from.

In a long story short kind of fashion, “Turd Ferguson’s” bad decisions and her incessant lying to both her boyfriend and his family and then her own family came to a head the night she announced she was moving out. See Turd Ferguson had been playing both sides the whole time. Her boyfriend really is everything I said up there, but she also told us he was a rapist and that he did everything in his power to keep her down. Thing is, she told the boyfriends family that we beat her and abuse her mentally and emotionally and blah blah blah. So when both families met to discuss the young couple’s decision, it was discovered she had been playing both sides the whole time. My sister was obviously upset, she was beginning to reap the whirlwind and for the most part it was her fault.

Her answer was 10 or so T3s and some other strange drugs none of us had heard of.

I found her in the bathroom, and immediately I knew why I was there, why my life had crashed down around me. They told us when we were training for first aid that doing anything involving family was going to be tough, that we needed to be prepared for the fact we might not be able to handle it. I think if being a computer guy doesn’t work out, I’m going to ride around in vehicles with sirens. I handled myself. We got her to the hospital.

Honestly I had assumed the worst was over. After experiencing my sister stoned out of her mind, and having to help a nurse tie her to the bed… I figured it couldn’t get worse… I was wrong.

Turns out Turd Ferguson has been using drugs with the boyfriend, and not just the light stuff either. On top of that, she refused to see counseling, and within three days the whole thing returned back to normal including the part where she spends all her time lying to both sides.

Did you know last night was the first time her boyfriend took her to the movies?

Did you know they’ve been dating for two years?

This shit’s fucked up.

It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling, I’m glad I have my friends to lean on for sure… I just… need to wait, and pray.

It’ll do.

October 3, 2009

In choosing Word Press the thing that initially drew me in was the ease of use in the widget functionality — I think I might have talked about this once before, but bare with me here — as well as the crispness of the posting. I can easily stream media into any blog post, upload new pictures (Did I mention space is unlimited) into the page on the fly, a spell checker (which I quite obviously need) that doesn’t require me to install anything third party… I was pretty happy with what was available to me.

It wasn’t until later that I realized that I have little to no control over the layout. I can change between available themes sure, some times I can even change the image that floats up there at the top, but I have no control of the layout. Granted if you pay a fee you can control the CSS of the site (think of it as being able to control the way the furniture is laid out, but not the actual furniture that you can use) but I can’t touch the base HTML.

This is becoming a problem for me.

I know most people could give a rats ass about changing the layout on their blog. Once they find something they like they may well stick to it for the rest of time… but that’s not me. I used to change the layout 3 or 4 times a year and I had a blast doing it… Now I can’t. I am officially stuck with what is in front of me.

In other words you might have to endure me changing my blog location again :P.

I have found my faith a bit recently. Thanks to the help of my Brother I am starting to get back on my feet in that regard. Things were tough, it was hard, but I realize now that I’ve moved why it had to happen, why I needed to be where I am — I’ll write a post about that another time — and why I still need to be working with Him.

PS: You should check out Wild at Heart, excellent read for any guys out there.