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I have finally succumbed to the inevitable. I just tried to run away from it, but like John Connor, Neo, Leatherface, and other such heroes, my destiny was chosen for me long before.
I'm a cop. A damn good one too.
At first I did it as a laugh, and to collect beer money. Just put on the uniform and stand on the street corner during rush hour and you'll be amazed how fast the hundred baht bills come rolling in. But something happened when I wore that brown polyester. It stuck to me...and not just because it's so freaking hot under the sun. Like a symbiote, it became a part of my soul. (You'll understand this concept a little better when Spiderman 3 hits theaters next summer.)
I became addicted to the power. Even when I took off the uniform, people respected me. Feared me. And not just because I still wore my gun and holster. They could tell I was someone to be reckoned with.
At the precinct, though, there were still doubters. Haters who thought I was just wearing the browns for fun. Sarge decided to test me. It would my first case.
The sleepy, affluent community of Panya Village was being terrorized by a rogue crocodile. Neighbors were complaining of pets and small children being snatched by a 20 foot long beast. All teeth and tail, it was going to take more than prayer and citronella to subdue this monster.
I tracked the croc back to its kill pit under a bridge. This is where it regurgitated its victims, allowing them to rot to perfection, so he could dine at leisure. The stench was overwhelming, as body parts and carcasses almost made me throw up. Would Jack Bauer puke in this situation? I don't think so. Neither would I.
There it was, lying contentedly, belly distended from gorging its latest feast. It must have weighed at least 2 tons. I radioed for backup, but dispatch told me it would take about fifteen minutes. I couldn't risk waiting. The kids and poodles needed me to act.
I drew my gun and yelled "FREEZE! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! RAISE YOUR ARMS AND DROP YOUR WEAPONS." The croc awoke with a start and slithered away. Apparently, going by the manual here wouldn't work. I fired two warning shots at its head, but the bullets glanced off the thick leathery skin. I ran after it, grabbed its tail and tried to subdue the raging reptile. He put up quite a fight, and nearly took my arm off. Luckily, I employed my superior grappling technique and Discovery Channel knowledge.
A crocodile's jaws can crush a victim with the incredible force of 3000 pounds per square inch, but once the mouth is closed the jaws can be easily held shut by hand. I sat on its head and held on for dear life until backup finally arrived...almost an hour later. They found me filthy and exhausted from wrestling the scaly beast. My hands were getting quite pruny from all the croc drool. By this time a large crowd was gathered around the kill pit, taking pictures and just rubbernecking. Brushing aside autograph requests, I followed the croc back to precinct for further questioning.
Not surprisingly, even in the face of overwhelming evidence, the croc wouldnt confess to any wrongdoing. I knew that if this thing was released on bail or got off on some technicality (such as my rough treatment taking it into custody) it would kill again. I'm not proud of what happened next.
Taking the law into your own hands is certainly never the only solution. Rules exist to keep order in society, and without them, we would have anarchy. But in this case, I couldn't let that croc have another chance. I went into the holding pen with a boxcutter knife and decapitated the monster.
Knowing I needed to dispose of the body, I quickly filleted the croc into strips of meat, which I hickory smoked into a nice jerky. With the skin I made ten pairs of shoes, a briefcase, and a canoe. I kept the head as a trophy.
When the captain found out what I did, he was furious. While he liked the shoes I made for him, it did little to placate his anger, and he put me on six weeks probation. Stuck at a desk, I'm going crazy. I need to be out in the field, in the shit. Patrolling the streets. Making the world safer. That's my calling. My destiny.
Don't worry, folks. I'll be back.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant. I've got this great idea for a new BBC series, a faux-documentary chronicling porn actors, capturing the day-to-day drudgery of grinding out a living shooting adult films. We can call it The Orifice.

My Blog

We Have a Winner!

A hearty congratulations to Smiling Albino for winning this "prestigious" award. Myself, I was hoping to complete a rare three-peat, but these guys definitely deserved to take the title. It brings me ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 22:49:00 GMT

Business Class Blues

Five hours in an airport can be grueling, no matter how nice it is.  Obviously not like the Ironman Triathalon, or even the SAT Math section.   Maybe it's the feeling that people are co...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 13:46:00 GMT

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly- Honeymoon Edition (Pt. 2)

(I actually posted this on my Facebook page a few weeks ago, but forgot to transfer it here.  Puzzling, really, seeing how I actually have people who read me here.)   True story:  On m...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 00:36:00 GMT

Majik Vora (12-Dec-1988  12-Jan, 2008)

Beloved mixed-bred canine Majik passed away peacefully at 7 pm on January 12, 2008.  Cause of death was acute old age (in human years, Majik was a Methuselah-like 140 years old). He was believe...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 13:22:00 GMT

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly- Honeymoon Edition (Part 1)

With any journey that lasts as long as our honeymoon (19 days, 22 hours, 16 minutes), there were moments of unexpected joys and a few minor quibbles.  There is no such thing as the "ideal honeymo...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 01:18:00 GMT

Checking the Baby Batter

WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOR, AND/OR THINK YOUR SHIT DON'T STINK. So I gave my first semen sample the other day at Bumrungrad hospital....
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 02:42:00 GMT

Making Babies

I've come to the shocking realization that having a baby is the most significant decision of one's life.  If you make that decision, that is.  Sometimes it just happens, in which case the no...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 13:37:00 GMT

I can see clearly now...

For faithful readers of my nearly-obscure-yet-highly-entertaining blog (eight and counting...go team!), you may recall one of my three wishes I would ask the genie would be for perfect eyesight. ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 13:06:00 GMT

Honeymoon with Charlie

For many Americans, Southeast Asia is one big jumble of countries, a source of Chinese-looking people with incomprehensible names.  And Vietnam is that country we went to war with to stop communi...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 03:56:00 GMT

Editor? I didn't even know her!

So the other night Honeymoon + Travel magazine had their 5th Anniversary Party, and I didn't know it would be such a big deal.  I've started editing for them a couple months now, after being a fr...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 21:23:00 GMT