This is part 1 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. I decided to make it into a few posts that will be posted in the coming days.
Dave lead a rather humorously paradoxical lifestyle.
“Fear” and Dave did not get along, as he was always at the frontline of any critical circumstance up here in New York and in Texas. Just don’t ask him to actually spend time processing an arrest: it might lead to unwarranted overtime, and just like the term “fear,” Dave and overtime did not get along.
One New Years Eve, we had to work in Times Square for the ball-drop. It’s a long day/night, and Dave did not want to risk being stuck to work a continued shift within our command. Therefore, on a blistering cold (fifteen degrees, if lucky), Dave had the bright idea to drive my car up to our muster-location, packed with our clothes for going out after. At dismissal (well after two o’clock in the morning, mind you), Dave and I sat in my car (which does not have any tints on the windows) and undressed (almost completely) to change into regular clothing. Forget about a warm precinct. “Everyone else is a sucker for going back to the base!”
~Bryan R., NYPD