Gonna rise up, find my direction magnetically, gonna rise up, throw down my ace in the hole.
When you're working a 24 hour shift you hope for a steady day and a quiet night. It doesn't usually work out that way, but if during the after-midnight hours you only have one or two calls, especially if they're quick and easy, well then that's a win. Last night was not one of those quick and easy winning nights. Several calls, both units rolling, and none quick and easy. Oh well. The nap I took this afternoon felt good. The delicious burger I grilled on the pit once I realized it was Saturday after waking from the nap felt even better. And you can't barbecue without a couple cold ones. Last night between 4 and 5 am as we watched the tow truck pulling the SUV out from the town home it crashed into I thought to myself, "Tomorrow I'll have a cold Dos in my hand, and this will feel like a distant memory." Mission accomplished on that.
And by the way, if you're 13 years old don't get hopped up on root beer and Dr. B's and go joyriding with your friends at 4 am. Especially if you can't reach the brakes.
Couldn't believe it wasn't Mountain Dew