From Philadelphia Cop to Taser Hero

All my life, ever since I was able to think about my future, I wanted to be someone. I would be a man who could, at the right moment, fulfill his destiny. But my Pa taught me that in this dark world, this world… cold as a gun, you have to understand that if you miss your shot… your one shot… you’re dead as a doorknob.

Yeah, I was just a kid at the time, but I took a break from my Kit Kat bar and took a bite of it while thinking, “I ain’t gonna lose to nobody, no one.” I swallowed my masticated chocolate covered wafer, took a long drag from my candy cigarette, looked my old man right in the face, and told him what I was thinking.

“Pa, I em not like you, I AM a winner. I don’t lose. I don’t get defeated. I won’t die.”

Well, my Pa was right. My time was near. I had been on edge for over two decades, keeping my whuppin’ stick handy, ready to give some punk a beat down. I didn’t let the times pass me by, and after seeing some guy heckle John Kerry, I knew my stick was old news. I didn’t become a cop to be old school. I wanted to push the envelope when it came to taking care of punks.

Finally, when the time did come… I was ready.

My baby had charged all night.
I had my lucky cap to keep the light out of my eyes.
I even had my lucky gun to keep the flies off my hotdog.

When I saw my enemy, I didn’t hesitate, and as I raised my arm and twisted my body to take aim like God raising his sword of epic wrath, I thought in that moment… everything clear:

“I don’t lose to punks… I won’t die . . . I WIN.”

[Inspired by Times Online]