Breaking Glass and Masturbation
Today was extrication day. It was badass. I wore turnout gear and smashed the living shit out of vehicles. It was beautiful. When I went in to smash a rear-window with an ax John said, "think about how you feel about your thesis," and I smashed that window wildly. It was a nearly perfect day to be wearing all of the gear and the the only time anything was particularly difficult or uncomfortable was when I had to use my knees and thighs to propel myself forward while holding c-spine while extricating from under a trailer and when I had to do a hillside extrication over the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

But then while walking home from Ellsworth in Shadyside with Emily Jo we spot this older gentleman furiously masturbating along Maryland between Kentucky and Fifth in Shadyside. Then as we got closer it went from fap... fap... fapfap... fap... to FAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAP. So we decided to like, b-line it out of there. So as we cross the street away from this dude, he gets up and starts following us. So we RUN. We run into fucking traffic on Fifth to cross the street. And we keep running until we get into my building and have a locked door between him and us. But, I mean, that's a serious nasty thing. So I call it in to both campus police and city police. City police show up a few minutes later when I go to let Chris into my building and the dispatcher screwed up the report (surprise, surprise).

So I shall have dreams of SMASH and FAPFAPFAP.