Me: Hey…I just heard the radio report about our shooting victim. It was a 9mm, not a 22 that he got shot in the leg with.
Shiftmate K: Ah. Yes, 9mm. You know, sometimes when I look at my nine and all I hear are shells. Shells falling on the concrete real fast.
Shiftmate P: Jumped in your car? Slammed on the gas?
Shiftmate K: Yup, bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed…I’m trying to get away before the jackers jack…
And suddenly in unison, the whole shift: Police on the scene, You know what I mean, They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends. If there was a problem, Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby …
Tumblr. Because sometimes what happens in dispatch, doesn’t stay in dispatch.
Gods help me though, now they’re all talking about Tone Loc. I have a feeling it’s going to be an all-singing-all-dancing silly kind of shift…keeping pace with a little violence in the world.