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.
