January 4, 2012.

I love all my wise ass friends that bust my balls on FB and I love to give it back to them, and I hope that will continue on The Silly Goose. But this blog is simply an outlet for me to keep creative juices flowing without always posting to FB. It will also archive everything I write so I can come back and pick and choose from some of the better stuff.

I don't wanna get to heavy on this blog, it will really just be what I did on FB, just a little longer with more home videos, pictures and commentary on the bachelor.

mmmm...the Bachelor....

But, I do wanna start off this blog by laying it all out on the table. Who I was, who I am, and where I'm going.

This is who I was...

Officer Houston

Nantucket/Brewster Ma. /6 years active service

I loved being a cop, and I was good at it. I loved going into work everyday, helping people and being a light hearted cop who wasn't an asshole. I can't stand the guys that think they're top dog, better than everyone else and will do anything to make themselves look better even if that means stabbing brothers in blue in the back. Unfortunately, That's about 75% of every department. I didn't become cop to be a bully, I became a cop because I love helping people, the honor of wearing the badge and the fact blue and red blood have flowed through my families veins for generations.

...but

Enter one bad night..

January 18, 2009.

I had bought some metallica tickets for myself, my brothers and some friends. This is actual footage of where we were sitting and my two brothers are the two gingers in the center of the shot. I recently was pissed that my brother had posted this on his wall, but I need to accept this and embrace it. He wanted to show how awesome the seats were, and he was right, they were great seats. But while they're jumping up and down to "Seek and Destroy", I'm in a jail cell.

In a nutshell, I spilled my beers on the punk in front of me, he turned around, punched me and we were kicked out. I was drunk, and that was my fault.

I was asked to leave the Boston garden, and escorted out into a blizzard. I made the decision to walk back in and ask the MBTA cops for help. I identified myself as a cop and long story short... I was arrested for trespassing, accused of urinating on the punk in front of me, and calling a black MBTA Officer "Obama".

I lost my Job.

And the news papers crucified me and made up additional accusations to make me look bad.

Parez Hilton got ahold of the story and decided to put semen on my face

which is weird because I don't remember going down on anyone that day.

I was smeared everywhere from Parez Hilton to Rolling Stone, to The London times.

It was the most awful time of my life and not one day goes by that I don't think about it.

After all the dust settled, all charges were all dropped and here is how the cape cod times reported that..."Officer Pleads Guilty".

So, I gave you a very "detail free" version of events because there was so much involved, and I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to share this, even though a lot of people know about it anyways. The three year anniversary is coming up and this is my way of burning it and letting it go. I still have 2 years left on my police certification but people in Massachusetts won't hire me because of this, even though I go in and I am open and honest. I don't even know If I wanna be a cop anymore honestly, because I've seen how bad the Justice system is, but I will keep trying until the certification runs out. Side note; after my incident there have been 7 officers on the cape that have been in trouble/arrested for drinking and driving, kidnapping and leaving the scene. All of which involving a decision to get into a vehicle and drive while drunk, none of them got the coverage I got and some of them still have their jobs... Hmmmmmm?

So I lift my head high and move on. I continue to use humor and laughter, family and friends to stay positive. I won't let my kids watch me quit, or roll over and die. I will be strong for them, and make something of myself again, like I've done before.

And nothing else matters...