I am a cop. I've been doing this for four years, and I've been on the road for 2 1/2 years. I'm pretty laid back, but I've seen my share of excitement. Anyway, anyone who has done this job for any amount of time and has not been in a fight, a foot/car chase, or shot at is either:
a. living in a paradise and should NEVER move
b. not doing their job right
Well, last night, I finally got shot at. It wasn't even the bad guys who shot at me! This guy who owns an abandoned motel wanted us to keep a check on the place. Last night, he finds a candle burning inside of the front office. He says somebody cut the power. He wants us to keep a check on the place. Anyway, at about 2am this morning, I see a light on in the place. My sargeant (Pussy McVaginapants) comes to back me up. He's scared to go inside, so I enter the place. Long story short, the motel owner is inside and fucking shoots at me!
Don't want to keep you in suspense, but I didn't die. At the time, I wasn't even really startled. The guy was all trembling and apologetic, but I told him it was no big deal. I even made a few jokes about not having to do paperwork. The point of this whole rant;
My last day on earth would've consisted of playing MGS2, posting on VGChartz, and eating Ramen noodles. You guys wouldn't have even known I was gone. So let me take this opportunty to say I love you all . I haven't changed my attitude or anything, and you won't hear me say it again. In retrospect, the experience wasn't that dramatic. Still, I'm going to use today to tell a lot of people that I haven't told in a while that I love them. I suggest you guys do the same. Life is short.
