"Bus to Beelzebub" Soul Coughing
I realized today that I am about 90% trained to be a police officer. Once I qualify with a handgun, I will be ready to start fighting crime.
(That shudder you felt down your spine is completely unrelated to anything I have said)
I was recently reading someones online thoughts, and I came across something horrific; A group by the name of "Celibacy and dying alone, in the rain." Sounds like someone needs to turn off the Morrisey.
Clibacy? By choice? Rest assured I informed this group of the outrage held by those of us who are celibate by no choice of our own. My gods, some people need to learn that life and love are not easy. Anything worth having takes time and effort, like pennies. Well, pennies aren't worth having, but everything else takes time and effort.
Anyway, after that horrible shock to my system, I needed to sleep.
I was talking to one of my Skills classmates today. He was in the Army for 20 years before coming to the Mankato program. In fact, he runs the ROTC program at MSU. Despite the fact that he is 16 years older than most of us, and has the life experience of a veteran of the Gulf War, he treats us "youngsters" like regular people. It's refreshing to be treated like an adult by someone that much older than I.
In other news, the St. Paul Police Department ended an armed standoff by using less-lethal means yesterday. First time for everything, I guess.
I hate to dis the police like that, but with everything that has happened recently, the SPPD has given police officers a bad name, not unlike the the LAPD, NYPD and the "Police Acadamy" movies.
I learned today that I am a pretty good liar. We were practicing interrogation techniques (Which do not include a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling or phone books), and I got to play the role of the suspect. While I was engaged in some "strategic truth modification (c. Me)," not only did I display few physical signs that I was lying, I also was able to remember my lies when questioned later on. Quick hint: Don't lie to the cops. If it's important, they'll catch you. Better yet, don't commit crimes.
I'll leave you with a joke (Don't worry. This won't become habitual).
An old man calls his wife into the living room. "You know dear," he says, "You've been there during all of my rough times. When I lost my job, you were there. When I went bankrupt, you were there. When I had my heart attack, you were there. Honey, there's something I want to tell you."
His wife smiled as tears came to her eyes. "Yes?"
"I think you're bad luck. Fuck off!"
I'm Sam Wilson, and I had nothing to do with the release of those llamas from the zoo.