At some point we all have to grow up. It could take a life-changing event to open your eyes, or you could wake up one day and have an epiphany and have a new outlook on life. When I was 5 years old if you asked me what I wanted to be when I was older, I would have told you ice cream man. Would have had my own truck and music and shit. Fully stocked truck, never would have ran out of creamsicles. To this day I think I could still be the best ice cream man in the history of ice cream men. Then I wanted to be a professional soccer player, so original I know. Things seemed good in middle school, I was a FORCE. And then in high school everyone else got really tall and really fast while I kind of plateaued. I peaked in middle school. And I’ve been studying finance for almost 4 years at school, but I still don’t know what direction I want to take it. But I’ve always liked doing things a little differently than other people. So I’m thinking finance is a little dry, plenty of people do it. But do they actually enjoy it? But today I was with with an idea. It may not be the most common profession, but somebody has to do it. It’s my new dream job and biggest aspiration in life.
The guy who rides in the police helicopter who shines the spotlight down at the person/car trying to escape.
Pretty self-explanatory. What a fucking rush that would be. Car chase at night? I’m basically the guy with the most responsibility. If I lose him, we lose him. Doesn’t seem like you really need any police training either. All I have to do is shine a light on someone, seems pretty basic. And as much responsibility there might be with that job, there’s really no pressure. I’m not the guy physically pursuing the suspect. I’m not the guy shooting or trying to make an arrest. Turn on light switch, find the bad guy, keep light on the bad guy, watch police catch bad guy, go home, eat a snack, collect checks. Big time adrenaline rush. Plus there’s probably some good conversation going on in the helicopter. I was playing Grand Theft Auto and I had 4 stars. Tried fleeing the scene, no dice, cops everywhere. I end up getting into a parking garage to try to lose them, which I did. UNTIL THAT MOTHERFUCKING HELICOPTER SPOTLIGHT FOUND ME ON FOOT. Dead man. The guy working the chopper spotlight was probably just like “GOT HEEEEEMMM”. I need that in my life, more than you could ever imagine. Sign me up.