The following story is true. The name has
not been changed because it's already fairly high profile on the www.
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About 25 years ago, when I was still runnin' wild, one of the guys I worked with became a trusted ally in bar room terrorizing. We were cut from similar cloth and did alot of carrousing...alot. Anyway, after 3 years or so, he quit the job and I lost track of him. The other day, something made me think of him so I Googled his name and found a whole bunch of hits. Seems he wound up in a sleepy little town in Colorado named Granby, working with the Grand County sherriff's police. One short round of phone-tag and we connected.
After he quit work, he went back to school for a B/S degree, then hit the road with his tent and back pack. When he got to Colorado, he knew this was home, blah blah blah, and is now a detective with the county sherriff's police. I told him how I found him on the www, noting all the various hits I got relating to his cop life. He shared a couple stories, but assured me the wildest experience and biggest exposure was surely the bulldozer rampage.
His name is Officer Piechocki. During the video, he does some short parts of the narration and a very brief cameo during narrative near the beginning. Yep, that's my crazy drinkin' partner...all grown up with a gun and a badge.
Some of you will remember this event. I sure hope Otto doesn't get any crazy ideas.
Check out this vid clip