Just seeing you this evening restored me better than any medicine.
It's been the best part of a year since I saw you last and my heart nearly bursts with happiness when I see you in the hotel lobby.
I point to the scrum of navy blue clad flight crews at the check in desk and the laughter wells up in me.
"Still living the dream?"
You laugh at my stupid joke and tell me I'm beautiful.
Your smile and your embrace fold me in and for the rest of our evening together I believe it.
You return several books I have pressed upon you at one time or another. I insist that you hold on to a certain 'old friend'. That one means so much to both of us. I'll see it again. Of this I am sure.
We completely dwarf the two Russian pilots in the lift.
After dinner we have Sticky Tea in your room and you let me rant on and on.
All too soon our time is up and my heart is put crossways in my chest for the second time this night.
Back in to the endless November night for me. I parallel a jet on final for Dulles as I make my teary way up 28.
I love you and I miss you.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Bad Boys
So there I am in the back seat of a Buick trying to get a bit of sense into the freaked out fuckwit behind the wheel.
"Howareya" says I.
"PLEASEDON'TFUCKINGKILLMEOHPLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" says he.
His plea was not entirely unreasonable as there were six police officers surrounding the car with weapons drawn. All pointed at said perp.
"OK...We're not going to hurt you. Will you let me help you?"
"pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaseeeeeeeeee"
"Keep your hands on the steering wheel and don't so much as fucking twitch."
I reach forward between the seats and put the car in 'Park' with my right hand and hit the door release with my left. By the time I settle back in my seat perp-boy is gone. My "colleagues" wasted no time in pulling him out of the car and sticking him to the wall.
While Smith and Wesson bracelets were being administered and rights were being read I stayed in the car. Too drained to get out immediately and more than a little worried about where we just were. They were going to blow that kid away.
For fuck all.
It all started when I caught the call to check out a suspicious vehicle at the gate to the hangar. I was the nearest available 'unit' and even though it was technically Airport PD jurisdiction on that side of the perimeter it could become our problem in very short order.CCTV showed a late model Buick at one of the entry lanes with it's lights on and no-one in it. I asked dispatch to have a look with the camera in the lane but a spider had set up shop right on the lens. Sod's law making an early appearance.
Right so. My nearest back-up was Big T. but he was a few minutes away still so I decided to have a closer look. I ditched the jeep and approached the car from the left rear quarter. I could not see anyone in it yet and quickly dabbed the trunk to leave my fingerprints on it. Just in case.
Engine was running,lights were on, brake lights were lit up and the driver was slumped low between the wheel and the door. He was just about invisible from any angle except straight down. He wasn't moving and he looked very,very pale. I scan around him looking for injuries or bloodstains while calling it in. Fuck this for a game of soldiers. Send in the cavalry. The car's transmission is in 'Drive' but Pale boy had his foot on the brake. The car was stopped about 10 feet from our gate and between two booth 'islands' so the only way out would be to back it out. Eventually the airport rozzers arrive in full Sturm Und Drang mode and one of them parks his cruiser right behind the Buick.
I was just about to put the rear window in with a breeze block I had found when I noticed the driver was actually breathing. OK then. Hold off on that for a moment. I give the airport types the details and they proceed to fuck everything up in an impressively short time frame. Lights,sirens, screaming and roaring and a rather embarrassing attempt to break the glass with an ASP ensue. Big T and I look at each other and edge slooowly out of the light.
Now imagine for a minute you are some youngfella that's had too much to drink or you are,as was the case here, high as a motherfucker. You also have a wholesale size bag of weed that could get you in deep shit with the Five Oh. So what might your reaction be when you come to and find yourself surrounded by said Five Oh and some of them being very shouty indeed. Adrenalin will have it's way with you and as you are a lover not a fighter you'll probably try to flee.
And try he did but as I had rolled small boulders in front of the front wheels he didn't get very far. This wasn't much to the APD's liking though and guns came flying out of holsters.
No fucking way. The kid was boxed in. He couldn't move in any direction and these fuckers were going to off him? My Imp Of The Peverse kicked in and I ran to the car.
"I'm going in. DON'T SHOOT!!" I made eye-contact with the others and what I saw was more than a little scary.
Somehow in all his foostering around the driver had released the lock on the right rear door. Big T yanked it open and I dived in to the rather nice leather upholstery. I scuttle across to get directly behind the drivers seat and introduce myself.
And that's where you came in.
The kid was wasted, had a good quantity of shit on him and was clearly bombed out his tree. He made some stupid choices when he got lit up but none of it justified a bullet.
Few things do.
"Howareya" says I.
"PLEASEDON'TFUCKINGKILLMEOHPLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" says he.
His plea was not entirely unreasonable as there were six police officers surrounding the car with weapons drawn. All pointed at said perp.
"OK...We're not going to hurt you. Will you let me help you?"
"pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaseeeeeeeeee"
"Keep your hands on the steering wheel and don't so much as fucking twitch."
I reach forward between the seats and put the car in 'Park' with my right hand and hit the door release with my left. By the time I settle back in my seat perp-boy is gone. My "colleagues" wasted no time in pulling him out of the car and sticking him to the wall.
While Smith and Wesson bracelets were being administered and rights were being read I stayed in the car. Too drained to get out immediately and more than a little worried about where we just were. They were going to blow that kid away.
For fuck all.
It all started when I caught the call to check out a suspicious vehicle at the gate to the hangar. I was the nearest available 'unit' and even though it was technically Airport PD jurisdiction on that side of the perimeter it could become our problem in very short order.CCTV showed a late model Buick at one of the entry lanes with it's lights on and no-one in it. I asked dispatch to have a look with the camera in the lane but a spider had set up shop right on the lens. Sod's law making an early appearance.
Right so. My nearest back-up was Big T. but he was a few minutes away still so I decided to have a closer look. I ditched the jeep and approached the car from the left rear quarter. I could not see anyone in it yet and quickly dabbed the trunk to leave my fingerprints on it. Just in case.
Engine was running,lights were on, brake lights were lit up and the driver was slumped low between the wheel and the door. He was just about invisible from any angle except straight down. He wasn't moving and he looked very,very pale. I scan around him looking for injuries or bloodstains while calling it in. Fuck this for a game of soldiers. Send in the cavalry. The car's transmission is in 'Drive' but Pale boy had his foot on the brake. The car was stopped about 10 feet from our gate and between two booth 'islands' so the only way out would be to back it out. Eventually the airport rozzers arrive in full Sturm Und Drang mode and one of them parks his cruiser right behind the Buick.
I was just about to put the rear window in with a breeze block I had found when I noticed the driver was actually breathing. OK then. Hold off on that for a moment. I give the airport types the details and they proceed to fuck everything up in an impressively short time frame. Lights,sirens, screaming and roaring and a rather embarrassing attempt to break the glass with an ASP ensue. Big T and I look at each other and edge slooowly out of the light.
Now imagine for a minute you are some youngfella that's had too much to drink or you are,as was the case here, high as a motherfucker. You also have a wholesale size bag of weed that could get you in deep shit with the Five Oh. So what might your reaction be when you come to and find yourself surrounded by said Five Oh and some of them being very shouty indeed. Adrenalin will have it's way with you and as you are a lover not a fighter you'll probably try to flee.
And try he did but as I had rolled small boulders in front of the front wheels he didn't get very far. This wasn't much to the APD's liking though and guns came flying out of holsters.
No fucking way. The kid was boxed in. He couldn't move in any direction and these fuckers were going to off him? My Imp Of The Peverse kicked in and I ran to the car.
"I'm going in. DON'T SHOOT!!" I made eye-contact with the others and what I saw was more than a little scary.
Somehow in all his foostering around the driver had released the lock on the right rear door. Big T yanked it open and I dived in to the rather nice leather upholstery. I scuttle across to get directly behind the drivers seat and introduce myself.
And that's where you came in.
The kid was wasted, had a good quantity of shit on him and was clearly bombed out his tree. He made some stupid choices when he got lit up but none of it justified a bullet.
Few things do.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I Wish I Was The Full Moon Shining Off A Camaro's Hood
I'll never forget the smile on her face when she heard that line for the first time.
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