Monday night was typical, busy at inconvenient times and dispatch sucked. I won't help them at all. Our other car that night kinda pissed me off too. We were closest to a call because they lied about where they were. I'm over it now.
Tuesday ended on an awkward note. My morning nap was interrupted by a call. We were dispatched to a down and out. Those are simple. This was not. We pulled up to find a 40 something beaner, shot near dead in the chest. Single in and out probably a 22 or so. He almost died in my rig due to a retard firefighter who had to ride in. I asked for one rider (she did well) and the other fat retard hopped in and kept bumping into me as I was trying to get shit done. He meant well I am sure, but fuck, get the hell out of my way. Okay over it too.
Next post = my personal ed visit and kidney stone fun.
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