Thursday, August 22, 2013

Life's a Beach

The first few days I moved down ihere to coco beach i didnt' know what tot do wit myself. Wit JOhnnie being disiplined and me bein put on diasability, i was in a pretty down place. So i made a deal wit myslef. Just change everythign. So I started gettin up at dawn and eating a good brekfast. Some egg whties and fresh oj and fruit. Then eveyr monring I would cross over Rt A1A and walk the beach. All the way from my part up past Ron Jon surf shop and the pier. Id look for seashells. wathch the waves and the early mornin surfers. Then walkd back and shwoer.

Look at this view. Not half bad.

Some days I watched the last of the space shuttle take offs. I walked the malls on rainy days. and made frienes with a bunch of new yrok transplants. One of which actually HAD a transplant. A liver. I tell ya. Its not a bad way to live. It sure beat wakin up and goin to sleep to honking horns, diesel fumes and screaming pimps.

ITs been mostly heaven. Im thinkin about buying a little boat with some a my pension. Or maybe I should just save it buy my own little bar. Now that I dont' pay no more alimony cause Betty, Betty, Bonnie and Beverly are all remarried, I got plenty a extra cash to spend.

I'm still tryin to think a a name for my detective agency. i got my first client tonight. shes comin by around 6. Gonna meet her at the pier bar. Should be interestin. Never done solo dick work before....

YOu no what i mean.

--Gristle out

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Don't Call It a Comeback!

I been here for years! Seriosly. I just havent wriitten (and as you can see bythis post, my typpin hasnt improved much. In fact it probbly got a lot worst). But theres a reason.  I got shot!  By my dum ass partner Johnnie.

Goddam kid andme was at that Briten Beach russian strip club called PERRESTROKERS and decided to pull out his piece and play Russian Roolet wit one of doze Rusky bouncers. When I saw him doin it I jumpt rite up -- nockin Nadia and her nockin nockers off my lap durin an incredibel lapdance -- and tried to stpo him. Poor timin on ol Terry Gs part. The gun wnet off and blue my typin finger off.

So after a reel long internal affairs investiagtaion and gettin chewed out by Cappy, Johnnie went on a leave a absense and i went on disability.

Anyway. i needed to get a way from New York for a while. Too many bad memrys. So I heded down to Floriday. The sunshine state. Coco beach to be exact. I watned to see the surfin and the space shuttle anv visit where I Dream A Jeanneie was made. I use ta love that show. Hilfreakinlarryous.
 Now as many a you no, i pretyty much gave up drinkin, but I started hangin out at some local beach bar and made a few good friends. the bar I hand out at gots this motto for one a there beers: $1Beers  All day. All night. All right.An it sure is.

Anyway to make a long story short I jsut hugn out an gotta taste a da good life. But the good life got a little boring at tiimes. So I started readin some cheap detective novels -- and noin I was never gonna be back on force again decided to open up my own detective agency down here in Coco Beach.
Hubba hubba. That's my type a dame.
Im about to start my first case tamorrow -- gotta meetin wit a client. So come back for updates and see wwhere life takes me.

 --Gristle out.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Cop Shoots (pictures)

i came across this here web page today. Its about a cop/slashe former copy who became a photografer on the beat. Its pretty amazin and reminds me of the own daily exeperiences. Check it out if ya got the time. Right now Im pretty busy but will definately get back to bloggin soon.

--Terry Gristle out

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Moving past the past

Man oh man did that artical about the NYPD really piss Johnny off. Itsa good thing I dont let hiim have any bullets cause the first thing he did after raeadin it was pull out his gun and shoot at the ocmputer. And as per usual when he reelised it wasntt loaded he threw his pieece at the screen instead and broke it. Now I gotta use the guy wh0 runs this blogs other computer which is smaller and older.

I tell ya sometimes its tuff havin ahot head partner. I dont know why Johnnys always flyin off the handel. i mean i no he hadda crappy childhood an all but hes his own man now. Its time to own up and move on. An I no In no one to be dolin out advise and to tell peeple how to live because as you all no i got my own problems. Betty, Betty, Bonnie and Beverly would have a field day if they new I was tellin poeple whats what.  Effen ex wives. It was bad enuff have 3 but then I hadda go and screw up the forth one too....

But I gotta tak my own advise. Stop blamin the past and own up. Right? I cant let the past dictate the man I wanna be. Ya no?  The past is there to teach ya. Learn form your mistakes. Im not sayin that everythins gonna be hunky dorey from here on in but only a idiot keeps makin the mistakes and blames everyon else. Im not a idiot. at leastn ot no more. An if Im lissennin to myself ... witch i am ... then at some point I gott a got make amends with my past. Gotta somehow  set things righht with my wives and kids..... Lissen ta me. I sound like Im dyin or somethin!

--Gristle out

P.S. I bouhgt Johnny 3 Nurf guns so he can actually shoot things an a new box of matches witch he likes to keep n his mouth. I don no why. Some guys like tooth picks. O thers (probly gay cowboys) like hay. Anywayit made Johnny boy really happy.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Big Bad Big Apple

I jsut read an artical this mornin in New York's Metro paper. Its a free paper they hand out all over the city and in racks. The artical was about how the NYPD may nto be considered NY's finast anymore.  It talks about thhe few bad apples and mistakes that happened over the last 15 years or so. Im not sayin that cops dont make mistakes. They do. We r human just like you. We re not perfect. Not everybody can be there best under pressure evey minute of the day. Cops go threw a lot of crap day in and day out. Some crack. Others mess up. But the majority of us 99.9999999percent do a great job everyday. You cant through out the hole harvest cause a few bad apples. every job, every street, area has there bad apples. You cant trash an entrie group cause a that.

The NYPD is the largest polic force in the country and we deal with more crap than anyone. An ta top it off were working our assees off to fight terrorism.Thwartng 14 planned attacks so far since 9/11.

Anyway I sound liek Im ranting and Im not. The  artical was truthfull I suppose. There hae been some low moments for us. but life is filled with low moments. But if it werent for the lows ya wouldnt appreciate the highs.

Check the article out for yourself it ya want:  METRO ARTICaL Here.

--Terry Gristle out

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Banner Moment

As you cna see we gotta new top thingy for this ehere blog. Jimbo (the guy who runs theis blog) calls it a banner. Whatever. Apparetnly its jsust a makeshift one until he comes up with a better design. Alls I no is that it looks prety good. Im not sayin thats exactley whay i look like or Johnny but its a good cartoon like ness i  think. we are not alloud to show our real faces on this thing anyway cause it could cost us are jobs--plus it would blow our covre when we go deep cover. the few videos that are on here and picturesa are  of some "actors" that were "hired" to play us. But now that we might be an animated cartoon Jimbos set his sites on that.

So what do i think. More power to em. Hopefully somthin goodll happne. It turns out that as you may or may not no that Jimbo got a new job just a few months ago--after 3 years of bein outta work for mosta that time. Then gess what? His wife just lost HER job now last week. Unbelievabel right? These guys cant catchh a brake. Seriously.

So  now what? His wifes in good spirites. Shes a littel happy cause she wasnt lovin the job and now she even gets to spend some time wth the kids. Yeh kids. I probly didn't mention (cause my life isnt exactly rapped up in Jimbos) that he an his wife had a baby girl back at the end fo the summer. Shes a cutey. Reminds me of my Teresa when she was first born. Befoe she started flippin me the  bird. Kids these days think they are all that once they hit grade school. Hellava voculerry for a 7 year old tho. An not jsut the curses. I blame her mother. Actually Id blame all my kids mothers accept its more my fault for bein a lousy pop.

Anyways. I got nothn interestin to say today an my typin fingerr is  feeling num.

--Terry Gristle out

Friday, January 13, 2012

Friday the 13th

I aint the superstishus type. Not like Grammy Gristle who never wnet anywhere without a acorn in her pocket. I tell ya the woman--god rest her soul--knocked on wood so much my Great Grampy Gristle who lived with her went insane caus e he though someone was always at the door. Its no wonder that in his later years he heard voices--what wit all the visitors....

Heh heh. Found this pictur on the internet. It crakced me up.

 o anyways today is Friday the 13th. A scary day for many Im sure. Peopel get a littel crazy on days like this in NYC--not as crazy mind ayou as say during a full moon or on a hot summer nitght or when Jay Z and Beeyonsay make a new colored kid. What? Hey no! I mean cause her name is Blue not cause she's "colored"! I mean black! Geez  ya rasists.  See what I mean about bein crazy?  So anywya, bein a detective I dug up some information for ya from this hear web site: on Friday the 13th.

Truth be told I dint do much diggin cause i got more important crap to be detectin for real. I Gooogeled susperrstishuns and went with the first thing I saw....

FRIDAY THE 13TH - how did Friday the thirteenth become such an unlucky day?
fear of Friday the 13th is rooted in ancient, separate bad-luck associations with the number 13 and the day Friday. The two unlucky entities combine to make one super unlucky day.
There is a Norse myth about 12 gods having a dinner party at Valhalla, their heaven. In walked the uninvited 13th guest, the mischievous Loki. Once there, Loki arranged for Hoder, the blind god of darkness, to shoot Balder the Beautiful, the god of joy and gladness, with a mistletoe-tipped arrow. Balder died and the Earth got dark. The whole Earth mourned.
There is a Biblical reference to the unlucky number 13. Judas, the apostle who betrayed Jesus, was the 13th guest to the Last Supper.
A particularly bad Friday the 13th occurred in the middle ages. On a Friday the 13th in 1306, King Philip of France arrested the revered Knights Templar and began torturing them, marking the occasion as a day of evil.
In ancient Rome, witches reportedly gathered in groups of 12. The 13th was believed to be the devil.
Both Friday and the number 13 were once closely associated with capital punishment. In British tradition, Friday was the conventional day for public hangings, and there were supposedly 13 steps leading up to the noose.
It is traditionally believed that Eve tempted Adam with the apple on a Friday. Tradition also has it that the Flood in the Bible, the confusion at the Tower of Babel, and the death of Jesus Christ all took place on Friday.
Numerologists consider 12 a "complete" number. There are 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles of Jesus. In exceeding 12 by 1, 13's association with bad luck has to do with just being a little beyond completeness.
FRIDAY THE 13TH - how is fear of the number thirteen demonstarted?
More than 80 percent of high-rises lack a 13th floor.
Many airports skip the 13th gate.
Airplanes have no 13th aisle.
Hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13.
Italians omit the number 13 from their national lottery.
On streets in Florence, Italy, the house between number 12 and 14 is addressed as 12 and a half.
Many cities do not have a 13th Street or a 13th Avenue
In France, socialites known as the quatorziens (fourteeners) once made themselves available as 14th guests to keep a dinner party from an unlucky fate.
Many triskaidekaphobes, as those who fear the unlucky integer are known, point to the ill-fated mission to the moon, Apollo 13.
If you have 13 letters in your name, you will have the devil's luck . Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Bundy and Albert De Salvo all have 13 letters in their names.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

They say ...

They say if youwanna be a writer then you shuold write every day.  I dont wanna be a writer but  here goes anyway...

Every day.

There. I wrote it. Every day. What the hell?!? I dont get it.... Im gonna have to talk to theat Jimbo guy...

--Gristle out

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Let me be Frank

I been talkin about my feelins a lot and the reason why I talk about em but I never told you why it is that I started doin it.  So heres a little back story on my visits to the precinct head shrink.

I was made to go see her after my ol partner Frank died. I dont like to talk abou t that day ... or the days after. But Ill talk about Frank. He was a grate guy. 20 years my senior. Close to retirin. He was around before Miranda. Man he had soem stories. He new guys who could work a punk over real good and it was all legla then. Dont get me rong, theese thugs they worked over were always guilty but back then you could get em to admit it all a lot faster without all hthis I wanna talk to my lawyer crap that yousee today.

Anyway Frank was  my mentor (like me to Johnnie).  When I started walkin the beat down at the docks, he showed me the ropes. The ropes that marked the perimetter of the docks, the ropes that held up cargo above the loadin zones, the ropes that a couople a dead dealers were hangin from....They had a lotta rope down there. And Frank showed em all to me.

He showed me how to drive on 2 weels roundin a a sharp curve. How to get air when speeddin over a a hill in a intersection even though we aint got hills in NYC. And he showed me how to run across the hoods and roofs of cars when trying to run down a perp in traffic. 

He used to call me Hotdog. Heh heh. Not because I was fast or energetic but cause I ate a lotta hotdogs! He  showed  me the all the best dirty water dog stands in the city... He used to say hey hotdog get me a fFrank ... and Id say hey Frank get me a hotdog.  Then wed make jokes about eatin each other even thoguh it seemed gay (which we werent sodont get any funny idears.)
Saw this once and hadda take a picture.

Losing Frank ... well it just crushed me. I had a hard time dealing with it. I took a looooong leave a absense after he died. 3 years. They made me see the shrink eveyr week. I still see her just not every week anymore.

Up until I lostall this weihgt I ate hotdogs pretty regular. Not at first because it ws too hard. But eventually. And now evey year on the annivesary of Franks death I always get a extra one. Plain ... the way Frank liked em.

I cant talk no more.... My typin finger hurts.

...and so does my heart if I'm being frank with you.

--Gristle out

Monday, January 9, 2012

Blah blah blog

Ug. What can I say thhat hasnt been said beofore. Ive never been a fan of this here blogg thing. People just pissin and monin about there sad sack lives (anybody out there remember Sad Sack by the way? Old comic strip character?). and yet her I am, Terry Gristle doin exactly the same thing. But its not my fault really. I was told to talk about my feelins by that dam precinct head shrink. Granted not on a blog but that Jimbo guy who runs this here theing said its a good outlet and makes for builidin characterr. Although I think he means for him and his writing. Who knows.

Most people are bloggin because they think they ahve somethin imporatant to say....  They dont. Dont get me rong but I dont think I have anythin worth sayin nether but jimbo thinks there might be some fokes out there that are interested in lisenin to the ramblins of an old burnt out NYC detective.  What a bucnch of losers they must be.  Oh.  They might be you. Sorry.

Anyway about this blog ... Jimbos buddy Chris is busy drawing up the Slender and Gristle art for his buddy Danny Boy whos gonna turn it into a realy animatted cartoon. I cant believe its true or that it will actually happen but we will see. Im not holdin my breff.

--Terry G. out

Friday, January 6, 2012

SLENDER & GRISTLE the cartoon!

Thats right you heard me. It looks liek ol Terry G and Johnnie are gonna be a cartoon and you gusy are hearin it first. The guy who runs this blog knwos someboedy who can do animations anf film and he thinks our lives would make a grate animatted seris. So Jimbo--te guy who runs this blog--and Chris--the guy who is Morty in Jimbos jimpervert blog--are workin on the story and art for the first animated video short. Itll be a wile because the dan guy who si goin to aniamate it is pretyy busy regularly but accordin to Jimbo hes game. He says he wants it to be in vane of thos cartoons they play on Nick at night and Sopike tv or cartoon networ,k. I personally have never watchedde any a thos shows but accordin to Jimbo they do all ritgth.

Im siked too. so far the new year is lookin up. I evne had a coupla celebratorry drinks--even though I been off the sauce for a while. Chris/Morty even drew up the characters. Jimbo tweeked em as he usually does accordin to chris but they look preety neat. I'm a fan of me big time.

hereds the pic.

Jimbo says the tone is gonna be very indy (whateva that meens). he sites louie, napoleann dinamite and other cartoons shows on the a four mentionned channelss.  Me? I think its just the tops.

--Gristle out

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The (c)Olden Days

It's cold in NYc today--an yesterday! 20 somethin out with wind. Its weatha like this that reminds me of my rookie dayas walkin the beat (back before Johnnie. Back before Frank) and that reminds me of y first day on the job --New Years eve some 30 years ago. I wasnt a kid mind you. Iwas 25 ... 26. Somethin like that. The point is I was young. And eager. I had my whole life ahead a me and was glad to finally folow in the tradition of my my father, his fatherr and his fathers father--all NYpD cops.

Now I know 30 years ago was only the 80s but if ya can work with me here on picturin a young Terry G., all straight and slim with a academy clean upper lip and hair above the collar haircut. No wives--or EX wives-- to wrorry about. It was the halsion days off Terry Gristle. In fact if ya wanna, pictuure it all in black n white. It makes it seems more kwaint.

Also dont foreget to read all my entries with a gruff gravelly voice (like the new Batman only not angry) cause thats how I talk. Years of booze and smokes and misery.

Anyway we didnt have any of that fancy warming clothes that they make today. it was all just wool and layers. two pairs of socks pretty much every day cause the shoes waerent the most comfortabel eithere. Back then a lotta gusy kept a flask on hand. I didnt then cause I was new but pretty soon after....

We hadda do crowd control in Times Square. Crazy times back then. Disco was still big. That area was a shithole. But not that niht. It was great. Daisy Duke was there. And it was all filled w ith poeple just ringin in the new yearl. All that body heat and the extra layers I had on made it feel 75 degrees out even though Ims sure it was a lot less.

Heres some footage of my first day. Pay attentshn bcause at about 1:34, you can seee yours truly at the bottom left hand corner..

Times Square = Good Times

Anyway Im ramblin. Its cold outside today but now after remanissin? Im feelin warm on the inside.

--Gristle out

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Happy New Year

So its a new year for Terry G.  I dont no what to say rightt now about that. I guess I should make some new year reslution ro something like that.

I guess my resoltuion should be to gGet a more positiv outlook on life. Bein 4 times divorced with 5 kids who all pretty much hate me while livin in a one room aptartment with a broken down Murphy bed can give a guy a bad outlook on life but I gott a make some changes. I mean look I already lost a ton a weiht so thats a good thng. And I had a coupla dates with that gal at the precinct and tho they didnt end well it was pretty good while it went on. But that was last year.  I shold stop livin in the past and start focasin on the future. Maybe Ill get some new shteets for the ol Murphy bed. Put in a brigter light bulb over the dinette set. Change the furniture around. Hold on....

Yeah. Thats better. I switched  the comfy chair with the little side table I got from Ikea. Huh. I feel better allready.

What eslse? Maybe Ill get a fish. Their easy to take care of. And maybe Ill EAT more fish. Not the fish I get for a pet thoug. A different fish. Dead fish I mean . And I wont eat it in front of my pet fish. That would  be pretty crule. I wonder If the pet fish would no it anyway. i maen like can he smell it throuhg the tank? Do fish even smell? Would it stress him out if he could. Screw the fish. Maybe I should getta cat.... No the litter would jsut get everywere.  I'll get a fish.  And Ill eat CHICKEN instead -- caus you NO Ill never have a pett chicken ...

... unless I brake up anohther cock fightin ring like last summer. fckn chckens were everwhhre.

FYI: they were delishus!

--Gristle out

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Ten Four Twenty Eleven

I no i no. Where da hell ya been Terrry? Wat can I say I got no excuse. Ever sinc e my "new" datin life went south i been kinda bck in the dumps. Even with the weihtgt loss and that thing i did in the middle east that you all no what Im talkin about. Youd think that Id be feeln like i'm on top of the world ... but Im not.

All together Id say I lost a total of 80somethin pounds! Thats incredibel right? Cupple that with takin down one of the worst crimnals in our history and youd say Hey, Ol Terry Gristle is havin one helluva year! And Id haveta agreee with you. So whats my probelem then?

I guess its just that its hard to feel good about yourself whehn your a singel, 50somethin, burntout cop sleepin in a 1 room apartmen with a murphy bed thats seeen beetter days ... and better lays if you scorin my love life.

So whats new wit me? I been busy at work. thanks to the econnimy I gott a lotta punks to run down. And eva since I lost the weightt I been catchin em eleft and rihgt. Dam! Sorry about all the typos. I still cant spell worth crap and II still type with jus my index finger which has a huge blister thatnks to all the reports I beeen ritin. I tell ya, cleanin up the streets is good for ol NYC but its hell on ol T. Hey that rimes! Im a poet and I dinnt no it.

No wonder no dame wants to spen time iiwith me. Im a kleeshay. I'm unoriginall. Oh well. what are ya gonna do. Ya cant teacha an ol dog nwe tricks. Believ me I no because i hada n ol dog named trixie!

--Gristle out

PS... Im vowin to change thinsg ... again.  Im resolvin to make 2012 the year of Terry Gristle. No more mopen. No more drinkin. No more boo hoo in. No more thinkin. Im gonna right more hear on this  blog because like the departmetn head shrink and the guy who runs this blog s ays itll cleer your head Ter. Truth be told it really does.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Ickonomy

I see a lotta crap each day on the job. I see bums drinkin and pissin in the streets and kids stealin and vandalisin. I see mothesr and yellin at theire young ones and fathers who dont care nothing fbout there familys. I see a lotta shit. Its my job to keep things as safe as I can for everyone. The good and the bad. This economy is creatin more bad though. Crime is up in the city. Not all tipes but a lot.

I been workin my butt off since I got back from the mid east and every one I busts got some excuse. My daddy aint home n more (and so youve started smokin crack). I lost my job and I need to feed my family (yeah, thats why you stole that plazma screen tv). I got 5 mouths to feed (so its okay for you to smakc the hell out of em on line at Ctown). I hear em all.  The reason I'm sayin this is becase I want people to realize that crime is 99% of a time a choice not an ultymatem. Theres a lotta good people out there who are suffren and they havent committed any crimws. History is filled with them. Eveyrone goes thorugh tuff times. Its people of qauality who hunker down and fight through em that matter. This economy is tough on people all over. Its no excuse to brake the law.

Im jabberin because I no some of these people. An I hear theyre not gettin hired cause they been outta "work" for a while. Guys with familys who do what they can to get by. Guys like Jimbo, the fella that runs this blog I writght on (obiviously not to well). He works on a coupla blogs and takes care of other peoples kids. How many guys uyou no do THAT? And he just tolld me hes now volunteerin at his lokel tv station. He also busts his butt to take care of his pregnint wife--makin her 2 breakfsast and lunch each morngin before she goes to work. An he even sweitched to decaf cofee with her. Even I coulndnt do THAT. I like my mud strong and black. Like my women! Actually I like my women in all colors--although I aint getting much of any women lately. Hey, its tough for a guy like me. I got more ex-wives than I got toes on my left foot (thank you very much honda lawn mower) and more kids that want nothin to do with me than I got kids who DO. Not many dames wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. A burnt out, 50 something cop whose seen it all and has the early stages of glaucaoma to prove it. Not that glaucomao is caused by seeing bad shit.

Anyway, what Im tryin to say is yeah the economy is bad.  There are good people out there who need jobs. They shuooulnt be judged on their lack of employment. They may not be employed full time but Theyre out there doin good things still. An they dont disserve to be ignored.

--Gristle out

Thursday, June 2, 2011

SEALed the Deal....

Its me again. Ol Terry Gristle. Im sure youv'e been wonderin what in hell happened to me.  Well without tellin you strate out, lets just say I was real busy. Over seas. Yep. Ol T was called back into service. I was one a the SEALs back in thd day and in case you haddent herd, something big went down about a month agao. Well .... guess who was there to help make it happen?  Yep. Wtihout saying it out right ... the one to the head mita been me.

As you may or may not no, Iwent on a diet last year. All in all I dropped 50 plus pounds. That's right, Terry G aint no schlub no more. I got back inta SEAL shape and they called me back. I took a long sabatacul from the precinct. I figured if I wanna make sure NYC is safe I gotta go stop the leak at the sauce. So to make a long story short, I ended up in the Afganistan and did what I was put on Gods green earth to do: protect my country.

Now Im not one to normally brag but after so many years a bein down on myslef, it feels pretty good to have somethin to crow about.

I came home durin Fleet Week last week and I'm returnin to my regular job. From GI Joe to Ser Pi Co. so look for more posts soon.  I just spnet Memorial Day weekend withJohnnie. Boy was he a sight for sore eyes. He aint no dame, but he runs a close second when you aint seen a freindly face in months. I wish the same could be said for my family. Im gonna see them next week. My kids that is. It's tuff seein them all seein as they come from differenct wives. Maybe thingsll be better them nowin what Idid for God and country. For them.....

Terry out.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


Holy smokes itsbeena long time since I wrote. I hope you all havn't been scannin the local police blotters thinkin Ol' Terry Gristle bit the bullet. I just been lazy and a lttle down in the dumps again. What can I tell ya thats the life of a multi divorced cop.

I no that times are tuff rite now. I see it everday. Tenshuns are hi int he hoods that I get called to on all kinds of cases. People are outta jobs and runnin outta pashunsc. I seen alott murders lately. A lotta vilence in jeneral. Fathers against mohters. Sisters against brothers. Sallys against Struthers.

Sorry that was just a bad joke. Tryin to liten the mood. After all these years on the force, ya get a wierd sense a humor. Gallows humor. Its seriously that old statement that if you dont laff you might just cry instead. An I dont wanna cry. I save my tears for wehn I remember fondly my dear ol ma. Everything else....

An if you think my sense of humor is odd ya should getta load of those nutjobs that work at the morgue. I aint nothin compared to them. But I cant' fault them. I seen some horrible hell in mylife and they see it too. Brains blown out. Bodies mangeled in recks. Rotting blowted corpsess floating in rivers.... Its anough to make you wanna kill yer own self. Not that I would. Beleive it or nto I gotta lot to live for. First off, i got Johnny to worry about. Hes like a son to me only one that I kinda like. Dont get me rong I love my kids. Evn the girl. Btu I dont like em. I try to but they just all hate me so much thanks to theeer no good childsupport leechin moms. arrgh. I shoudnty be goin down this road. Seremity now, Ter. Seremity now.

But besides Johnny, I got me retirement in a few years. Waht I'm gonna do yet Im not sure but Im thinkin Florida and then doin a little moonligtin at a movie theater or somethin. Get me a little fishin boat or somethin too. Live off what I catch.... Alittle bit a the ol man and the sea.

Any way. I aint dead. So check in again ina few. Im still doin good on my diet. rEal good. Down 18 pounds! Increibel I no.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Missing the days before Miranda

a word about that incdent involving that 17 year old girl who punched that police officer that was makin the news. Im a cop. Its my duty to serve and protect. And that applies to my own ass as well. If someone. Anyone pushed ME theyre gonna end up on their ass and then in the back seat of my car.

Now SHOULD the officer in question have punched her in the face? No. It was a knee jerk reaction . He coulda handeled it better. We're TRAINED to handle it better so yeah he should probley get some disiplinary action. He lost his cool too quick. Btu that disrespectful girl and her friend deserve to be put behind bars.

Buut did that girl DESERVE to be punched in the face? Hell yes. You DONT hit a cop. You DONT PUSH acop. You OBEY a cop. Its in my humbel veteran opinion that anyone who aggresivly disobeys an officers command deserves to get a little roughd up. Even though I no its rong in this day and age.

--Terry Gristle out

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The tuffest part of bein a cop is the labels peopel put on ya. Tuff guy. Hard guy. Unapproachibel guy. But Im a human jus like everbody else. I got feelins. So what if I dont show em to everbody. I jus cant afford to do that in my line of work. An the few times I let my emtions hang out I got shot at. Dam you Beverly....

--Terry out