Random Thought Thread

Happy weekend! Got to head to Portland tomorrow morning at 0600. Thankfully it’s only a day trip.

I’m not drinking this weekend, still recovering from that fifth of Cazadores I put down Sunday night. 😔🤣
Worst I ever felt from drinking was one night when I drank I don't know how many shots of tequila after feeling sorry for myself.
(Following almost getting capped by the Hartford P.D. up in CT while working on an operation).

I think I did something like 20 shots...and that's way out of my comfort zone. My hair hurt for a couple of days after that.
 
Worst I ever felt from drinking was one night when I drank I don't know how many shots of tequila after feeling sorry for myself.
(Following almost getting capped by the Hartford P.D. up in CT while working on an operation).

I think I did something like 20 shots...and that's way out of my comfort zone. My hair hurt for a couple of days after that.

I did the same with the wife a couple years ago.... but the bartender matched shots.... to me this was a challenge... bartender tapped out and disappeared.... I went on to fall down 2 flights of steps to go to the bathroom.... landed in front of the women's restroom with a couple pretty young ladies asking if I was okay and being overly nice to me



Yea it was worth it lol
 
I wonder if you worked with my buddies dad when you were there (Rambush)?
I didn't know any of the Hartford guys. (Hartford happened to be part of our area of operation when I worked in NYC.)

They thought they were responding to a matter. We were there because of an alleged death threat to our informant.

I was in plain clothes. They were in plain clothes. When they burst in without identifying themselves I thought they were there to kill the informant.

Instead, we nearly killed each other (since they didn't bother yelling "Police!") and it turned out the informant had set that up to get us killed.

Not a good day...but it worked out.
 
I didn't know any of the Hartford guys. (Hartford happened to be part of our area of operation when I worked in NYC.)

They thought they were responding to a matter. We were there because of an alleged death threat to our informant.

I was in plain clothes. They were in plain clothes. When they burst in without identifying themselves I thought they were there to kill the informant.

Instead, we nearly killed each other (since they didn't bother yelling "Police!") and it turned out the informant had set that up to get us killed.

Not a good day...but it worked out.
Well hell your stories are always way cooler than mine hahahaha
 
I didn't know any of the Hartford guys. (Hartford happened to be part of our area of operation when I worked in NYC.)

They thought they were responding to a matter. We were there because of an alleged death threat to our informant.

I was in plain clothes. They were in plain clothes. When they burst in without identifying themselves I thought they were there to kill the informant.

Instead, we nearly killed each other (since they didn't bother yelling "Police!") and it turned out the informant had set that up to get us killed.

Not a good day...but it worked out.
Glad it worked out but a good reminder that most people suck!
 
I was in plain clothes. They were in plain clothes. When they burst in without identifying themselves I thought they were there to kill the informant.

Instead, we nearly killed each other (since they didn't bother yelling "Police!") and it turned out the informant had set that up to get us killed.

Not a good day...but it worked out.
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Glad it worked out but a good reminder that most people suck!

It's funny but the guy I wanted to fight that day was the Hartford Sgt. who tried to make light of the situation after the fact when I was pissed they didn't announce. I had to be restrained...and ended up nursing my hurt feelings in a bar.

(Only time I've ever done that. Not drink too much, but drink because I was upset.)
 
Random thought Blues Blues

I remember when me and my wife first started dating (early 2000s) people were still getting Chinese and other Asian tattoos done....

Nobody really knew what the tattoos said
... we were at a bar and a flighty girl showed me a Chinese tattoo (I'm not fing Chinese) and asked how I liked it.... I started laughing hard and told her it said "ass donkey" in Chinese (I'm not fing Chinese)

Then asked where she got the script from... she replied "a Chinese restaurant waiter"

I replied again "your arm says ass donkey" then laughed like I knew what I was saying


My wife asked "did you know what that really said"

I replied "nope but that s#$t was funny"

We married not long after that hahahaha
 
That story is priceless, yoko yoko Cruel, but hilarious.

Best tattoo I ever saw...well not the best, probably, but one that captured my attention...and if it had meaning I had no idea what it meant then or now...

...but it was on a gal, (a lesbian in a gay bar we were partying in in Asheville, NC), and it was a toaster with a couple of slices of bread popped up out of it. It was so cool looking.

I asked her what it meant, and she said she just liked it. (I don't know if she was being honest.) I've always remembered it.

(I may have had a bit to drink, so maybe my enthusiasm was oiled a bit.)
 
One of my brother’s used to manage a nude ‘dance club’ in San Antonio while he was working undercover narcotics. To have a nude establishment no actual alcohol could be served- so they had set ups and ‘near beer’. People are so funny- would be acting totally wasted from non-alcoholic drinks. One guy brought in the quarters from a vending machine company he worked for- spent over $1000 one night in quarters! The girls would do private dances in the back if a bottle of champagne was purchased (not really champagne), then they would tell the customer that they could do ‘anything we agree to do’. The guys get all excited shelling out money and then when they touch the girl she yells for security saying she never agreed to that. Funniest thing is how many people were return customers!

Lots of laughs, fights, and drug busts!
 
I've worked a lot of UC in topless joints. Originally, in NY, that was my first assignment working establishments owned by the mob and by outlaw motorcycle gangs. In later years, narcotics cases down in Miami. (None were of the no alcohol variety.)

I can tell a lot of stories, but I think I've yapped enough for one night. A lot of crazy shit though.
 
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