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Blue Mage IV: Book ’em if you get ’em

Knocking a kid out on my first day back on the force wasn’t my intention.  But he did take a face full of pepper spray like it was nothing.  Which isn’t supposed to happen.  Even with the watered-down formula mandated by the state a few years back, it was still enough to stop anyone dead in their tracks.  Perhaps that’s not the best choice of words.  Anyways, what happens is, the perp falls into fits of coughing.  His vocal responses are strained as the larynx flares up and the eyes begin watering profusely.  Blood rushes to the head.  Pulse spikes.  Takes about fifteen minutes to run its course.  Or about two seconds for this kid.  Like I said, none of this was supposed to happen. Continue reading “Blue Mage IV: Book ’em if you get ’em”
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Words!

Words, words, words, words.  Who’s words?  My words!  How many words?  All the words!  What will I write about?  Who cares, do you?  I do!  But of course I do, that’s why the words are wording across the page!  Look at them word!  They word so hard, they word so well, they word so wordly!  It’s a word’s world and we’re just livin’ in it! Continue reading “Words!”

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Blue Mage III: Life’s a Beach

Castaways

The chief wrapped up assignments for the day and paired me with Robert Ignacio. Most of us just called him El Gruñón, Spanish for grouch.   And if he heard you use his nickname, he’d purse his lips and furrow his brows – more so than usual – and respond in Spanish.  Some of the other officers who speak Spanish confirmed that his responses were always of the upmost respect and full of delightful kindness.  Just like El Gruñón.

As we all filed out of the meeting room, Robert matched my pace and offered to drive.  And I think I remember almost seeing him smile as he looked down at my newly gifted supply box.  We split ways as I made my way to the locker room and he left to pull the Ford Interceptor around front.  After stowing my gifts away, I walked outside and climbed into the suburban. We drove to the beach accompanied by the sounds of Herb Alpert and Andrés Segovia.

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Blue Mage II: Back in Black and Blue

Beach Duty

I’ll always remember my first day back at the precinct after blowing my knee caps out.  And not just because of the good-natured gifts my fellow men and women in blue bequeathed upon me for successfully integrating back into the force.

Firstly, I recall being tired.  Partly because I tossed and turned the entire night before, and also because re-qualifying was a lot harder after spending a few months on the couch than after the academy.  My legs were still burning.  As I sat in the briefing room waiting on my first assignment, my bullet proof vest chafed the mound of fat that had settled between the bottom of the vest and the top of my belt.  According to Tommy and the others, I was looking “healthy”.

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