weekly academy update

With a little more than 2 months left in the academy, they have decided to start the drill sergeant/militaristic style of training. I'm assuming it's because they are starting firearms training. I'm a little worried and curious to see how Hot Fuzz handles the berating and belittling. I'm all for that method of police training though.

He has been given a laundry list of supplies and items needed by next week in addition to the laundry list of things he's already had to purchase and the laundry list of things yet to purchase by the time he graduates. . . I have a feeling he'll always need something, and it's most likely that his department won't supply it. Right now he just needs to purchase shooting glasses and a large duffel bag for all his stuff. They have asked the cadets to not arrive at the academy or leave the academy in their uniforms because of personal safety. Unfortunately, my mind likes to wander at this point and then I cringe. And then I put it in the back of my mind and try not to think about it anymore.

They also recommended a couple of books: On Combat and On Killing by Dave Grossman. Also, an officer that he works with that is on the brink of retirement gave him a bunch of his old books. I wonder if they are still applicable or if they are just completely outdated. It was still a nice gesture. It looks like they are intended for the administration-minded officer. Any book recommendations out there for either myself or the cop? I've been hearing a lot about "I Love a Cop" and I think I will definitely look into that. Here's the stack of books the officer gave him.


HF has been helping CJ a lot this week. He said that when they were practicing scenarios and she would go to draw her gun, her belt was so loose, that when she would try and lift her gun out, the belt would go up in the air with her gun as she struggled to get it out. She was saying things like, "my belt's too big!" or "I lost weight and my pants are all baggy now!". He would try to explain to her why she needs a belt that fits and she would just argue with him until he grabbed ahold of her belt on each side of her and basically spun the belt around her waist while she was wearing it to show her how ridiculously loose it was. It didn't seem to make sense to her why an officer would wear their pants and their belt a certain way. Even though this has all been explained to them at the beginning of the academy. Maybe it would all make sense when she is forced to shoot someone, but can't get her gun out and they shoot her instead. SCARY. Everything he tells me about this girl, I've either seen on Charlie's Angels or an old black and white western.

Well I'm off. I have to do laundry. I want to cry because HF just informed me that he has to have creases in his shirts and pants from now on and I don't do creases. Thank goodness his department he'll be working for has free dry cleaning service. This has been a long week and I have a feeling it's going to be an even longer next couple of weeks.

graduation party

I have been planning a party for Hot Fuzz's graduation. I met another wife on a forum that recently threw a party for her husband. She's been helping me with tons of ideas. It's pretty much going to be over the top and it will probably embarrass HF, but I come from a family that never celebrated ANYTHING, so I like to go above and beyond when we mark a milestone in our lives. Here's what I have so far (if anyone has any great party ideas, let me know):

1. Invitations: Look like a subpeona (my father-in-law is majorly paranoid and he'll probably think it's for real when he gets this in the mail)
2. Decorations: Police line tape, chalk outlines around the house (with tape instead of chalk of course), a line-up corner for mug shots. I'll have butcher paper or something to do the height measurements, and guests can write their names and a congratulatory note to HF on a small dry erase board to hold in their pictures. Blue and red police beacons?
3. Food: cake made to look like his department's badge, depending on the weather-a BBQ. I'm still working out the food and drink ideas. I think I've seen at party stores police themed plates and napkins.
4. Games: "Guess that Cop". Have on the wall 50 pictures of famous historical, fictional, and tv cops (John McClaine from Die Hard, 21-Jumpstreet, Barney Fife, Inspector Gadget, etc.) We'll see how many people can name. Also, a donut-eating contest or donut game. Funny but true laws. I can't believe some of the laws in my state.
5. Gifts/Party favors: handcuffs, police hats, police whistles, and badges for the kids or anyone else who might want them.

I need to figure out a nice graduation gift for him. I found something I thought was cool. It's called a Lock-Write. It's a pen and a cuff key! I don't know if he would actually use it, but maybe. I was also thinking about getting him a digital voice recorder with USB connectivity. He mentioned needing one of these. Does anyone have anything to say about those?

I can't believe all the equipment an officer has to get on his own without the assistance of the department!! It's a good thing cops get paid a million dollars, otherwise we wouldn't be able to afford it all.

Stop! Police! I'm Serious!

Hot Fuzz passed his arrest control defensive tactics final examination. He took 2 days off of work to recover physically. He needed sleep since he is working graves and then attending the academy, and he wasn't hydrating properly, or eating properly, so it's been good to see him get some much needed rest and nourishment. His schedule has made it difficult for him to eat and drink at the right times. He started doing protein shakes and vitamins again and that is helping a ton. I was loving him being home because I was able to go get my hair did and some other things to help me out of my post baby slump and frump. More importantly, I was able to go to the eye doctor and get an eye exam. It's been 10 years at least! They wondered how I even made it to my appointment without glasses. But hey, when you know your city like the back of your hand, who needs glasses?

I know you all love my Calamity Jane updates, or CJ as I'll now refer to her. In her latest scenario, she drew her gun, pointed it up at the ceiling, Charlie's Angels style, and then lowered at the "suspect" and shouted, "STOP! POLICE! I'M SERIOUS!!"

What do you think? If you were the bad guy, and an officer shouted, "I'M SERIOUS!", would you stop? I'm still laughing about this. One guy in HF's class even said, "When I'm feeling really badly about myself and I'm at my lowest, I just think about her saying this. Then I feel better."

About the Academy

I've had this stereotype of the academy in my mind. Probably from television, but I've pictured some kind of a drill seargent belittling and swearing in the faces of these hopeful would-be cops, and people being thrown out on a whim and being reduced to tears. Maybe it's like that in some academies. I don't know. My desire for drama wishes that were true in HF's academy. Mostly, I have been curious why Calamity Jane and others that do some pretty crazy things haven't been dismissed. He explained to me how it's done in our state. I thought you might find his explanation interesting. I'm also curious if it's done like this anywhere else.

In our state you have the centralized POST academy. In addition to that the state has authorized several satellite academies at various universities and colleges throughout the state. If a department hires you before you get certified, then they send you to the main POST academy. There you get trained full time, five days a week, and you get paid. Most officers in our state sponsor themselves through one of the satellite academies.

Through a satellite academy, students attend the POST certification training for course credit. The satellite academies host classes five days a week in the evenings and all day on Saturdays. Putting yourself through the academy takes approximately twelve months to accomplish with the curriculum being divided into two sessions: The first session lasts three months then there is a four month break. After the break the second session lasts five months and culminates in the student being awarded their certification to be a peace officer anywhere in the state.

So a program that consists of eight months of instruction takes a year to accomplish because of the break between sessions whereas if you get sponsored by a department and sent to the main POST academy it takes you considerably less time. On top of all that when you go through a satellite academy you have to pay your own way and it's expensive.

As a result of this set up it benefits most departments financially to not sponsor anyone through the academy. The majority of the officers in our state sponsored themselves through the academy without the guarantee of a job waiting for them at the end of their training.

There are some benefits and drawbacks to this arrangement in our state. The benefit is that you get a lot of really dedicated people who want to be cops. The sacrifice required acts as a form of filter that weeds out the un-dedicated. Unfortunately, once someone pays their tuition, it is very difficult to get kicked out of the satellite academies because they're doing it through a college or university and have paid for a service. The only way they can get the boot is if they violate rules of conduct or some other extenuating circumstance where the director asks them to leave and refunds them their money. The other drawback is that just about anyone can get into the satellite academies and get access to training that you wouldn't want everyone to have. Yes, the office of POST reviews the applications to the class and some people get weeded out during the initial background checks but others who wouldn't necessarily be great cops get through. A benefit to combat problem people getting hired on is with the embedded peer review system. At the end of each session class members review each other and their anonymous reviews are kept on file with the academy. When a graduate applies for a job with an agency, those in charge of hiring typically call the academy and get access to the peer reviews. This undoubtedly poses its own set of problems but that's how it is here in our state. It's far from perfect but it's the system we have to operate in.

Calamity Jane Update

Calamity Jane is what I'm calling the girl that had the AD at the shooting range. There's been more shooting range fun. She continues to cover the muzzle with her hand, and covering the eject port with her hand when racking the slide (is that the right term?) My favorite is when HF told me that she was shooting like a Charlie's Angel. She was standing with one leg forward and bent a little. After she shot, she brought the gun up to her face to blow off the smoke, just like in a cheesy movie and said, "YES." Except, she was pointing the barrel of the gun at her nose and not straight up in the air. The instructor explained to her that the only reason actors shoot like that in movies is for product placement and so you can see the gorgeous actor's face. You obviously can't shoot like that on the job.

At the academy, they were doing scenarios where the cop had to get a suspect to do what they wanted. During her scenario, her suspect began walking away, and she stood there with her feet together, leaning forward with one fist on her hip and the other wiggling her baton in his direction saying, "Hey. You get back here Mister!" just like you would to a child. Of course, everyone is cracking up. Then during her critique, she argued with the instructors about what she did wrong, and then saw her family in the hallway, and walked out in the middle of her critique. I guess she got reemed by the instructors pretty good and warned that if she did anything like this again she would be gone.

On a positive note, HF said that she's been doing better and accepting criticism and instruction better from others. He also said that she's improving overall. Maybe finally taking things seriously. I'm still scared that she is going to kill somebody though.

Valentine's weekend

As I'm typing this, our neighbor, who lives in NYC, and only shows up once a year to visit and stay in his townhouse, is playing the piano. HF and I are playing "name that tune". So far, we have The Beach Boys' "Cocomo", The Righteous Brothers' "Unchained Melody", and Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World". Sounds like they have The World's Greatest Hits music book. I think Unchained Melody is his favorite. He's playing it over and over and over again.

On Valentine's Day, Hot Fuzz had academy, but only until noon! Even though we aren't big on celebrating Valentine's Day, it was exciting to have him home for most of the day Saturday. He said that they did more ground fighting. They did a drill where the cop was at the bottom and a "bad" guy on top. The cop had 10 seconds to get the bad guy off before the instructor sent in another bad guy. He won each time. Something about bridging and arching, or an oompa? Whatever all that means. Then when he got the guy off of him, he stood up and got his gun out, and told the incoming bad guy to get on the ground. He had a rubber knife and wouldn't drop it, so he shot him. He shot him by yelling, "Bang! Bang!"

We're not big into celebrating Valentine's, but we make it more of a big deal for the kids. In the morning, we made blueberry muffins in heart shaped muffin tins. They went so fast, this is the only picture I got.Then while HF was away, we made him his Valentine. His own blueberry mini loaf.


Sugar loaf seemed fitting for a cutsie-wootsie name to call him on V-Day. When he got home I took a nap and went shopping all by myself! When I got home he surprised me with a clean house, mopped floors and all. That's all I really want on Valentine's Day. A break from the kids and a clean house. It was pretty much the best day ever.

I forgot to mention that I had to give Luke, our 3 year old, the Heimlich tonight, or something like it. He always shoves way too much food in his mouth no matter how much we coach him on taking small bites and chewing it all up before eating more. It never works. Anyway, he was choking and not making a sound and I went over to him and dug as much as I could out with my finger. He still had something lodged back in his throat and so acting as quickly as I could, I just went behind him, put my arm in front of him and pushed him over my arm a bit and pounded his back. I don't know if that's right or not. I was trying to remember what I was supposed to do to a toddler in this situation. After it happened and I let myself cry in the fetal position for a few minutes, I realized that I didn't panic or freeze! I did everything I could calmly and quickly and so I was pretty proud of myself. But now he has to be supervised ALWAYS while he's eating until he goes to college.

When Hot Fuzz and I disagree. . .

It usually has something to do with this:

boxer puppy

bassett hound puppy

HF wants a boxer and I want a basset hound. It probably has something to do with the fact that a boxer (Lady) was his childhood dog, and a basset hound (Flash-yes, just like the basset on Dukes of Hazard) was my mine. After researching online, they are both good dogs to have around children. The boxer is more distrusting of strangers which is good. Basset hounds shed a lot and I won't tolerate that inside my house, but they are so much cuter than boxers in my opinion. I think I will do a pros and cons list.

It also seems that more and more pets are being given away or abandoned because of the economy. People can't afford to take care of their animals anymore. But after feeding our 3 year old, Luke, I figure what's another mouth to feed? This kid eats us out of house and home everyday. But yes, being able to care for another family member is something to consider.

Another thing I need to remember is that I was raised country and our pets just roamed our property. They didn't come in the house, we didn't really bathe them that often, they got a lot of their food from "hunting" in the orchards. It was very low maintenance. Given my personality now, and the fact that we live in the city, and the fact that we iz poor, would I be able to have them cleaned and groomed regularly, and I don't want animal hair in the house. I think we'll think about this some more.

But knowing me, I will go for the boxer to please HF, and he'll go for the basset to please me.

road rage incident

HF got a 911 call from a terrified guy saying that he cut someone off in a parking lot and this person was now chasing him through the parking lot in his car. The guy that was chasing him was wearing a karate uniform and was waving his arm out the window holding his black belt, shouting, "WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!"

How do you get through calls like this or dispatch the call without laughing?

do you have a mustache?

Please take this poll located to the right hand side of my blog. I am asking cops, "Do you have a mustache?" If you are a police wife or girlfriend, you can still take this poll on their behalf.

It seems like the majority of cops I see have mustaches.

Why?

just some thoughts on our busy life right now

Poor Hot Fuzz. He was so beat up last night when he got home. He said that they did one hour of PT and 3 hours of ground fighting. He said he definitely prefers doing the Arrest control and Defensive Tactics over ground fighting. During those three hours he was smashed, grabbed, rolled, and kicked in the crotch. It's so sad seeing him like this. Instead of coming home and being able to rest, he has to go straight to working graves. When he gets home he goes to bed and wakes up 7-8 hours later and does it all over again. I really feel for him. But he's lost some inches and his muscles are bigger. He looks good, except for the dark circles under his eyes. When we do get to see him, he's great about playing with the kids. He's been showing our 6 year old, Daisy, some Aikido moves that she can use if she's in stranger danger. A few days ago I heard her in the living room playing with Luke, saying things like, "Good job Luke!". When I asked her what she was doing, she said she was practicing her "taquito" moves and teaching Luke taquito as well. So cute. Now she stutters when saying Aikido because she's trying so hard not to say taquito.

On my end, I feel like a single mom except I'm not also working outside the home. I really have to give kudos to single parents out there that are working and caring for their children simultaneously. It wouldn't be so hard if there wasn't a tiny 3 month old in the picture because I'm up so much in the night with him, and not able to nap during the day when caring for Daisy and Luke, who no longer nap. Some days are great and I feel on top of things. I get HF's uniforms washed and dried, meals planned, there aren't any major messes, but after a few nights of being sleep-deprived, I feel a bit more like this during the day:

Jack Nicholson in the Shining incase you weren't sure.

It also might have something to do with all the snow everywhere too. I'm a born and raised California girl and I don't know what to do in this weather, even after 8 years of living here! So I basically hybernate until Spring, thus the Shining.

This is a typical day for me.

7 am-feed the baby
7:30-run on treadmill, HF gives kids breakfast
8 am- shower, get ready for day, HF takes Daisy to school
8:30-HF goes to bed
9 am-I play with Luke, do a load of laundry
10 - more laundry, cleanup kitchen, feed baby
11- pick up Daisy from school
11:30-lunchtime
12 pm-errands/activities with the kids
1 pm-time to feed baby again
2 pm- more cleaning/office work for me while kids play
3 pm-get HF's food for the day ready
4 pm- make dinner/feed baby/feed kids/HF gets up
5 pm- bath time for kids
6 pm- story time/play time/cuddle time/getting clothes out for next day
7 pm- bed time for Luke/feed baby/homework and reading with Daisy
8 pm- all kids in bed/ free time for me

I have all these projects once the kids are in bed, but I usually take a few minutes to enjoy being kidless by watching a show on tv or getting online, then I make dinner for me and Hot Fuzz before he has to leave for work. Then I feed the baby again around 11 pm and then wake up sitting up or slumped over and shuffle off to bed just to get up a few times through the night.

TIRED. But we're doing pretty good. We've had lots of visits from friends and family lately. And we've even been able to get a babysitter and go out on Saturday nights when HF is home! I'd say we're pretty lucky despite it all. Now if I could only get to the dentist, the hair salon, and the optometrist. And it would be nice to buy some clothes that are not maternity clothes. I'm not willing to take all 3 kids to these places.

desensitization training?

"don't shoot!"

Hot Fuzz is "like this" (imagine me crossing my fingers) with the sniper team leader for the metro SWAT team. Occasionally, members of this team travel outside the state to go shoot prairie dogs for the purpose of desensitization. They invited him to come along the next time they go. When he told me about this, I unexpectedly felt sick to my stomach.

I'm by no means an animal right's activist, but I do believe in not killing animals unless you need to (i.e. food, protection, etc.). Does the sniper team really need to practice this technique as a training mechanism? If you are training to shoot the bad guy, and you've practiced the scenarios over and over again, wouldn't you be able to do that when you are in a real situation? I wouldn't think that you need to kill prairie dogs to see. Hot Fuzz said that he didn't think it was necessary, but supposedly if you can become desensitized to killing small animals, then you'll be able to shoot a person. If it's an effective way to help law enforcement, then that's fine. Shoot prairie dogs I guess. But I just want to know if it really is all that necessary. It seems so wasteful.

When I was a teenager, there was a knock at our door one day. I opened it and it was an officer saying that they had reports of a lot of dead birds in the area and wanted to know if we knew anything about that. I replied that I hadn't seen any birds or heard of it and that was that. When I shut the door, I heard my brother (who is now a cop in California) and his friend whooping and hollering in the backyard. I go out there and they are shooting birds with their bb guns. I wanted to vomit seeing all the poor birds scattered around the yard. So they were the neighborhood terrorists going around shooting birds and I'm pretty sure that our neighbors mentioned that it was probably "the boys that live over there" when calling to complain. They were always up to stuff like that.

Maybe I'm just overly sensitive, but I wonder what others think about this. Necessary training technique? Unnecessary? What are other options to becoming desensitized? Do you need to be desensitized? Aren't training scenarios enough?

True Love Is A Surfire 6P Weapon Light

*this is a post from Hot Fuzz that was on our old blog before becoming anonymous. I thought it seemed appropriate.

I wanted to get Mrs. Fuzz something special this past Christmas. I decided that since she's always concerned about her safety I should employ my special expertise and get her the perfect non lethal weapon. I thought about OC spray but that's just so commonplace now and some people are actually quite resistant to it. I thought about a TASER (Thomas A. Swift's Electric Rifle), but you never want to buy your spouse a weapon you think he or she might use on you as a joke, so I decided against the TASER. Then I remembered the weapon light. Simple, elegant, and blinding. The surefire 6P weapon light is just powerful enough to blind your opponent, giving you enough time to flee or inflict further damage. Hunters swear by these things when it comes to bear encounters too. So I thought, why not? It's not intimidating enough to the user that he or she will be too scared to use it; but it's effective enough to give the carrier confidence in its ability to protect them from danger. To my surprise this gift was very well received. Now if I could only get her to carry it with her when she goes out at night. You can read some funny true stories about Surefire weapon lights here.

*I actually never get the chance to use it because HF always borrows it because he "needs it for something". I do keep it on my nightstand though. Probably not as useful as keeping it in my purse when I'm out and about at night though, right? Does anyone else's husbands think of "toys" you might need?

target practice

Hot Fuzz's future department has been taking him shooting once a week for the past 6 months. They want him to do well when he starts the shooting portion of the academy. This is one of his targets from early on. He used a glock 22 from 15 yards away. He was aiming for the tape in the center. What I don't have pictured is a little piece of paper with a dime-sized dot that he hit square and center from 21 feet. It was posted on another target. He said that when he shot it, the range master told everyone to cease fire and come check it out. They had him date it, mark the distance, and sign it. That's why I don't have it pictured. Hot Fuzz wants to remain completely anonymous. Even his messy and illegible signature could "give too much away". And he doesn't want to brag about it. Because he's never satisfied. "I can always do better on the range". I guess that's what I'm here for. To do all the bragging.

Another thing. I'm aware, all you English majors out there, that I have violated multiple rules such as starting sentences with 'And', 'Because', and 'But'. I tend to do that. I think because I talk like that.

I just realized that there are dirty diapers pictured in the above photo. Sorry about that. This is by the front door and the diapers were on their way out. Eventually.

reality setting in. . .

Everything's just fine and dandy and then I read this, and I'm thinking, "OMG!" And then I read this, and I'm really thinking, "OMG!", and then HF tells me that one of the officers in the department he dispatches for had a recent incident where a kid that was kicked out of the academy shows up at his home with a gun while he's outside with his wife and kids. He was mad and wanted to have a suicide by cop. Nothing came of it luckily, but all of this has got me thinking.

1. You never know if someone has a bone to pick with your husband and how far they are willing to take it.

2. How can you be completely prepared for any given situation without being paranoid and crazy, which I already have a natural tendency for. I already have an active imagination as it is. I can't do laundry in our basement without imagining that a 6 ft. rat is waiting for me, ready to pounce on me and eat my face off. I don't want to think that every time I open my door that someone is waiting to "get even" with HF, you know?

3. Should I get a concealed weapons permit?

4. Is there some kind of guidebook for families of a LEO?!

My husband has been talking about setting up code words or sentences. I guess if we are prepared then we don't need to worry. Right?!

Do any of you wives have gun permits? Or take self-defense classes? I always thought that having a cop car parked in front of your house was an added measure of protection, sending out a silent warning to would be "bad guys", but obviously that's not always the case.

I'm kind of freaking out right now! Obviously everything is heightened in my mind and in my heart because this is where my life is headed and I am thinking of HF and paying attention to every single "scary" story I hear. I guess this is partly why I am blogging. Getting it all out. Looking for others in Law enforcement and the like.

shootin' guns fer Jesus

Our little 3 year old boy doesn't speak very well still, but means what he says and says what he means. He loves guns. He gets very excited when HF gets out his guns. He says, "Mine! Mine! Mine! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" Last night HF brought home his brand new AR-15. Luke just about exploded with sheer excitement. "Gimme! Mine!" Of course the kids aren't allowed to handle guns without permission and supervision, but Luke and HF have reached a compromise. Luke is alowed to play with HF's red gun from the academy. He calls it a "poke". Because he likes to poke people with it. He usually says something like, "I a cowboy! Poke! Poke! Poke!" We think it's pretty cute.

On Sunday nights we have family night. We read scriptures together, say family prayer, sing songs, tell stories, have dessert, just spend time together. Last night Luke comes running into the room when we were getting started, and he said, "My Jesus! My poke!" This meant he wanted a binder I made of bible stories and his gun. We were laughing so hard because there he is on the couch flipping through scripture story pictures with one hand, while holding a gun with the other. "My Jesus. My Poke." I don't know about you, but I feel kind of weird putting guns and Jesus together.

wait a second!

I honestly don't worry about HF being a cop that much. That is until reading other police blogs, paying attention to the news, and searching for other police related websites!!! There is so much negativity out there, and my eyes have kind of been opened up to those negative aspects of life as a law enforcement officer, or even as the wife of a law enforcement officer. I probably should stay away from the websites, blogs, and news sources that give me reason to panic, but it's also good to know what's out there. It saddens me that there is a seemingly large population of people that "hate" police. It's also sad that there may be officers that give people good reason to hate police. I can't hide from it all obviously, but I hope to compartmentalize all that and find ways to remain positive and enjoy my life as a cop's wife and the others that will become my family so to speak.

Having said all that, this is what made me panic this week. My husband already has a job with a department even though he's still in the academy. Once a week, an officer takes him to the shooting range for training. They want him to be "the best" in the academy to represent their department or whatever. There's a girl that they have started training as well, but it's obvious already that her heart is not in it at all. She shows up at the range wearing high heeled fashion boots over her skinny jeans and a cute furry jacket. Do you really need to get all dolled up when you are training at a shooting range? Anyway, it's the little things HF tells me. When they are cleaning guns she's pointing the gun at everyone's faces, not paying attention to what she's doing, not knowing how anything works, etc. But this is what kills me. On Thursday, she had an accidental discharge and HF is standing right next to her. She wouldn't take her finger of the trigger, and listen to the commands being shouted at her for safety's sake.

So this is one of the first things that have given me cause to feel panic, and he's not even graduated the academy yet. I'm not supposed to worry about my husband's safety when he's with his fellow "officers". This was the last thing I would've worried about until now. I would worry more if he were partnered up with this girl than I would with him going head first into some kind of active shooter situation, you know? So of course I was kind of freaking out for about a day. But I'm sort of over it now. I'm all for girls being cops and everything, but this seems more like Barbie trying to prove something and not doing a very good job of it. I also understand that it takes practice and experience, but something tells me that that's not always good enough. Is this someone I want watching HF's back in any given situation? Not so far. Now I pray that my husband makes it through the academy alive because of the potential dunces he's surrounded by. And only time will tell. She more than likely won't make it all the way, or she'll smarten up and figure things out. But seriously, he could've gotten shot by this girl by accident the other day.

If this is causing me to need oxygen? I'm in for it, huh.