This One is For Me

2007, that was the last time I composed for the blog world. I know my past readers have moved on, however, I’m going to write this as if it were just days ago that I last posted. Honestly, this post is for me, I feel that if I type this out, I may just start feeling better. So, here goes.

If you have read my past posts, you know of some of the fun times we had as undercover narcotic investigators. You also know that “Big Sexy” was my partner and best friend. I retired early and have been out of law enforcement for almost 3 years. I literally spent my whole career with Big Sexy as my friend, co-worker and partner. My family treated him as family, he was Uncle Big Sexy to my kids, brother to me and brother-in-law to my wife.

I’m not going to say that our relationship was all peaches and cream, we disagreed on many things and even had times where we didn’t talk as often as we should have. Even during our disagreements, all either one of us would need to do was to call and we would have jumped up and helped, which at times, we both did.

If you know the real Big Sexy, you know that he was a good Christian and tried to find good in all things. If you know the real me, you know I’m a Christian, but I don’t always see the good. Trust comes later and my mouth speaks exactly what I’m thinking. The point that I’m trying to make, we were as different as night and day, with that being said, we had tons of things in common. We both love to make people laugh, we fish, hunt, kayak, love MMA...the list goes on and on.

About one year ago, Big Sexy went to the doctor believing he had another kidney stone, after tests and scans, the doctor came back and diagnosed him with stage 4 colon cancer. Even after receiving this horrific news, he leaned on his faith and attacked this disease head-on. Big Sexy started his chemo and continued to work as often as possible and inform people of the importance of being checked.

As the time went by, the results of the chemo treatments didn’t give us the results we were all hoping and praying for. After seeing another doctor for alternative treatments, he was given 10 weeks to live. I got to visit him just before the medicine and disease made it hard for him to speak. We let go of any and all differences we had and told each other that we were brothers and loved each other as only brothers can understand.

My family got to visit him 5 days before he passed at the young age of 44, we all loved him and were able to say goodbye, not easy for any of us. I don’t have a biological brother, but I couldn’t hurt any worse if I did.

He was an incredible man, family member, Christian, police officer and friend. I continue to pray for Big Sexy and his wonderful family. And I want to close with the words of Big Sexy himself, “Go see what’s up your butt. Get your colonoscopy.

A Message From Narcling

Hi, I'm a friend of the "Narc." Due to a recent injury, Narcling will not be around here much. It all started several months ago and the details are still classified as, "need to know."

What I can tell you and what Narcling wanted me to tell you, he is doing much better. His family is good and he now has two new dogs. Niether dog is over 5 inches tall.

Narcling said he'll be back to tell one of his not so funny stories in the near future. He said the pain is just to great right now to sit and attempt to type.

As soon as I can, I will provide more information.

Narcling's Bud is out!!!

Still Around, Just Not Writing

My gosh, it seems like it been a year since I've been on here. It's been pretty damn close to that. I've got some stories but, I'm just not ready to share them. If you guys are still around, I might get to it in the next week or so.

See ya soon,

The Narcman

Big Sexy Patrolman / Fisherman

June 28, 2006

What ever happened to Big Sexy? I know there is a Big Sexy fan base out there, so I thought I'd give you the latest. Before the original Narc Unit shut down Big Sexy cut his loses and went back to his parent agency.

He was placed in Criminal Investigations and was doing a bang up job. However, the pay cut we all took was hurting him as much as the rest of us and so he applied at the agency I work for. Now if you been reading you know he had worked at this agency before, so they knew what they were getting, however they hired him anyway.

Big Sexy is back in a uniform and cleaning up the streets, he happens to be one of the best street cops I know. So here's to Big Sexy, good luck and be careful out there.

Now to more important things, this past week I took a vacation, a much needed vacation. Went to the Gulf Coast to let the kids play and do a little fishing. Big Sexy and his wife were also going and so we set out on Friday.

I'm gonna skip the part about me getting sunburned and playing on the beach and getting drunk and all that boring stuff and go to the part where Big Sexy and myself took my boy fishing (wade fishing). Boy was a little scared to get in the water, as Big Sexy's wife had gotten stung by a jelly fish the day before. However he got in the water and on the first cast brought in a really nice Red Fish, however it was just a little too small to keep.

Then he saw a jelly fish and from then on he and I were fishing from the bank, I was doing the casting. Big Sexy was telling him there was nothing to worry about and that the jelly fish was gone and then the jelly fish said, "no I'm not" as it stung Big Sexy on the leg.

Boy out fished us that day by catching 2 Red Fish, 2 Piggy Perch and a Snapper. But that wasn't the end for Big Sexy and I, we couldn't be out fished by a six year old, could we? That night we went to a spot (which I won't give up) and caught a little over 100 Trout and 5 Red fish. We fished from about 7:30 pm until 5:00 am. Some of the best fishing I've ever done. And seeing as all of that was so hard and fun, I'm taking more vacation for the 4th of July. See ya'll later.

Puke; There Are Things I Hate About This Job

You've heard Jack and I talk about digging trash, not one of the most glamorous parts of the job. However, it needs to be done. So with one of the rookies in tow, we go and take someone's trash. We take it back to our agency and prepare to dig through it. Granted, I came to work this day not feeling to good. I was running a fever, my head was splitting and I felt like I could puke at any moment.

Back to the story, I explained to Homer (the rookie) how to go about taking the trash, we get it done without a hitch. We then go back to the agency, go around back where the trash dumpster are and I explain what we're looking for and how to go about picking through the trash. Not feeling so well, Homer is doing most of the picking, not all, but most.

Then as I'm going through part I find a large amount of dog feces, not dry and old but moist and fresh. If the overwhelming odor of dog crap doesn't do it, the odor of rotten meat did. The two rotten odors fill my nose with the most horrible smell that seems to go straight to my stomach. This tells my stomach, "hey, that smells like shit and rotten meat. We should get that out of here immediately." Which it does, as I hurl in front of the rookie, who just heard me say before we got started, "I've never puked digging trash, come close but never have."

I'm glad the rookies have someone to look up to. There are things about this job I most certainly hate.