2 days ago
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Somewhere between twelve and fifty, if I were to be forced to guess.
Ghost and I go way back. He was my running buddy back down in the Hive when we were both still fairly new at the business. We got ourselves in some fixes together back in the day.
Oy! The stories I could tell you...
Our most memorable time was when we ended up wrestling this crazy old man. Crazy as eating baked beans with a pitchfork and strong as a damn ox. It probably took us fifteen solid minutes of fighting with him to get him in the cell and stripped out and the door shut and the cuffs back off of him.
The end result? One crazy old naked man with a broken nose. Ghost went to the ER to get his arm X-rayed and I got a cracked bone in one of my fingers. And all three of us covered with bumps and bruises.
We sat back after the door finally got shut and said "Sum-bitch that was one strong crazy old man!"
Unfortunately Ghost isn't with the department anymore.
I miss having him around.
But, just like working down in the Hive, I don't miss getting all banged up like that. Not a nip.
Happy Birthday Ghosty!
Posted by JustRex at 12:27 AM