My baby god-daddy Joey used to work for the LA County Probation Dept., which meant he ran thangs over at the juvenile detention camp. Fury had a total hook up in case he ever messed up and had to do a stint at juvi. I had it all arranged. He could get a job at the library, do all the officers' taxes, play PS3 in Joey's trailer, ghost write his MySpace page...
Fury now has to behave himself. Joey recently graduated from Fire Academy and currently works for the LA County Fire Department. And as of a month ago, works in the station assigned to our house. Los Angeles County is the largest county in the United States. There are close to 200 stations he could work for. The fact that he was stationed at ours is nothing short of blogworthy. In pure Joey fashion, he informed me of this via a text message, which I used as the title of this post (I keep telling him he needs to start a blog, then I think about it and go "no no no, please do NOT start a blog!").
Luckily for Joey's career, he didn't see him. Fury of course asked if we could eat at the restaurant next to the station and visit Uncle Joey after dinner.I didn't have my camera with me, so forgive the picture quality of my camera phone.
Yes, I'm hitting below the belt by showing you a fireman and a cute kid.
So sue me.
The coolest kid in school.