Well, today's my birthday. I cant believe I'm 30...but before you make any wisecracks remember you are all right behind me. It seems like yesterday we were planning our next ditch from school, who was driving to the church dance, or what we were going to do Friday night . That was 12+ years ago and now we are all coming up on our 30s. Where did the time go? 30 sounds old. We defiantly ain't kids anymore. I hope to see some of you tomorrow night at the big b-day bash. For those of you that can't be there I'll miss ya.
The picture is of my current assignment. I'm assigned to the S.C.O.R.E. team (street crimes operational reduction effort.) I walk around shady areas of Vegas dressed like an injured bum, carrying beer and cigarettes, with $40.00 hanging out of my shirt pocket trying to get robbed. I've been robbed over 40 times now. This assignment should be done around April 5th then I'll go back to narcotics (I can't wait.) I'm burned out with the robbery thing, but boy do I have some funny stories.
Talk to yall soon. Your 30 year old friend, Jeremy.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday Jeremy! You have such a cool job. It would scare the crap out of me, but it's cool.Mark had a good time riding in your police truck when you rescued him that night.
Only one question...is that a bag of pee you have on?
Jeremy, you old man! I thought about you all day Friday, but I'm lame, I didn't email you or anything. I did get your invite though, I am putting it in my scrapbook.
It poured here all last week and through the weekend. I told Nate the story of when we went to lunch when it was raining, your car got flooded, we were waiting on the side of the road for my mom to come and get us, and that HUGE truck saw us and thought it would be funny to speed up through the gutter to splash us! It was like we were caught in a tsunami in the middle of Vegas. Nate thought it was hilarious and begged me to tell him the story again. Ahhh, old times.
I love the pic you posted, Ya'll look like a bunch of thugs! I especially love the cig hangin' out your mouth! You are having way too much fun on the job!
Thanks for the birthday well wishes. To answer Holly's question. It's a fake catheter and urine bag. It made me look pretty vulnerable. So the bad guys would feel a little safer robbing me. Unfortunately one of our liberal judges decided that was going to far and constituted entrapment, so I don’t put the fake catheter on anymore. Apparently if you are to easy of a victim its not a crime. Oh well. They still rob me just about every night. HAHAHAH.
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