Rand Sanger (dreamsinflames) wrote in bumpinthenigt, @ 2012-12-16 12:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.30.12, finn, finn & rand, rand |
Putting Out the Political Flames
Who: Rand, open to anybody who'd be around the Trinidad Fire House
What: Taking a breather between calls
When: 10.30.11 - Tuesday evening
Where: Trinidad Fire Department
Warning: TBD
Rand had barely gotten to sit down since he'd clocked in this morning. And his shift wasn't even half over yet. The House of Pain was the busiest fire house in DC anyway, and the Dime the busiest engine in the US period. But it was bad even for them. Fires, bomb threats, vandalism. Couple of suicide attempts. Rand dropped into a seat at the kitchen table, rubbing at his left shoulder. He couldn't even remember if he'd eaten lunch. If any of them had eaten lunch. The paramedics were getting run even more ragged. He needed to get off his ass and make a sandwich if he was going to keep going at this pace. Now he knew why the younger guys liked those energy drinks. They at least fooled your body into thinking it had enough fuel to keep going. He was just getting too damned old for this. That's the only way he could justify being too tired to get up out of a chair to make a sandwich when he was this hungry. Damn.