It's your mom though, Ha!
Left myself wide open for that one. While I'm awake, I may as well throw in a quick story I have surely told here before.....my ex-wife and I had the house we lived in and raised our kids in for 12 years built in a new neighborhood when I was 22 and she was 20.
During construction, I'd stop by and check things out from time to time. I met the guy who was building 2 lots down from me and while I had ingrained issues with Law Enforcement, there was something about this CT State Trooper that intrigued me. He was a Coast Guard Academy graduate and hailed from TX. I could tell he was genuine and over the years our kids became very close as did he and I.
I have many crazy stories with him and the fella who lived in the home between us. Our neighbor's family owned a trucking company and was one of the wildest men I've yet to meet.
Sorry..off track. When I began cycling gear 2 yrs after we first met, the Trooper took notice of the rapid increase in size and strength I was experiencing. He was aware of my travels to his home state and of my crossing the border when visiting Brownsville 4 times that first year in 1994.
I also find it fascinating the aversion to pinning that the cops I've known have had. Silly, really. This Trooper and I would workout in my basement and Monday and Thursday he'd have to psyche himself up in order to hold still enough for me to whack him with that rig.
My good friend was eventually terminated from the force after 15 or 16yrs. He lost everything....his beautiful home, his beautiful blond Canadian dental hygienist wife, as well as his pension.
The bottle along with young women and not being able to put either down did him in.
His superiors did all they could to cover and protect him. He had a bad habit of drawing down on people while blacked out. I had to talk that weapon out of his hand many times.
When I moved to California my father took him in as you couldn't help but love the guy. Do anything for his friends.
As an outlaw of sorts myself he and I had a relationship that at times had to be uncomfortable for him as he wouldn't stand for people that didn't know me talk badly about me. At times we'd have to meet out of the public eye as things would be a little to hot for us to be seen together. He looked out for me and certainly put himself in potentially career harming situations. We got to be like brothers.
We keep in touch with letters when I find myself off the streets. When I'm free we talk several times a month by phone. He and his son are coming to visit me and my son who is having my first grandchild any day now.
You know what, he's jumping on bb69 prescribed trt and i can't wait to laugh as he fidgets around while showing me that pasty white glute of his. Can't wait to see him.