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!
Very reflective post! Happy Birthday to your friend, Ghosty!
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you have fond memories of this friendship which obviously put a smile on your face (readable in your writing) - enjoy your walk down memory lane. :)
Jenny- Without Ghost I wouldn't be the man I am today. Or at least I wouldn't have anywhere near as much scar tissue, anyway. (grin)
DeleteLol. Thanks for the happy birthday rev. That ole sum b1$@h was strong. I've said it before and ill say it again , I miss the hive. But I'm weird like that. The other day I saw a report on a new type of optical device they are making for the visually imparted. Appetently it transmits images to the optical nerve. Who knows. If it ever becomes available maybe we will be running together again. So pull all your hair out now cause I've got a lot of catching up to do ! Lol
ReplyDelete~Ghost~
Ghost- You can have the Hive, pal. That place is for the younger folks. Me, I'm hanging on the yard. You know how to call me if you need me, though. (wink)
DeleteSomewhere between 12 and 50? That's a good age.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I have the words "running buddy back" lodged in my brain now. I was going to make some smart remark about it, but now I've just got it going over in over in my head like a skipping record. Dang! Hoist upon my own petard ...Again!
Finally, beans with a pitchfork? Crazy? Or is it the sanest idea you've ever heard?
No, it's...it's probably crazy.
Bryan- It's a magical age, isn't it? (grin)
DeleteTry it. You might like it.