About JP
JP is the guy who orders a milkshake during a blizzard; goes to a $150 a plate charity dinner in a muddy old jeep, and valet parks it; has a pizza delivered to the parking lot of another restaurant; and wears tactical boots to weddings and funerals.
He’s the kind of guy who would pay $25 for a cheeseburger, and $49 for a suit. He’s the big brother you never had, and the relationship counselor you wish you had. He’s the most observant person I know, and a better profiler then anyone you’ve ever seen on TV. Dont ever play card games with him, because he can count cards in his head.
He does one thing very very well. He reads people. He knows people. He fixes people.
-Julia.
Who’s JP?
Wow, thats about as hard to sum up in a few sentences.
He’s just this guy who just cant NOT do the right thing. He’s a rebel, he’s a cowboy, he’s the guy dressed in all black in the corner of the room. He doesnt go to sleep until the sun comes up, or until justice is dispensed. He throws the book out the window, and blares country music from a Jeep. He’s someone who can be anyone he wants to be, once he puts his mind to it. He’s the defender of the neglected and abused, hes the one who stands up for the little guy. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and his knife in his boot. There’s nobody else like him in this world, and thats probably a good thing, because the world probably couldnt handle more then one of him.
-Becca. (RIP Rebecca M)
JP is the man in black. Black T-shirt and Black Medic pants. Sometimes, when he needs some color in his life, he’s finds a navy blue shirt. He drives Jeep Cherokees, and drinks Dr Pepper. He appears when you need help, then rides off into the sunset. He helps little old ladies cross the street, and holds doors open for women. Most importantly, when you need him, he’s there to be counted on.
-David
“… So we had just dropped off a patient and we’re driving, minding our own buisness, out to find a Subway for lunch, and theres a wreck right in front of us. We call it in and get out to start assessing. I didnt hear Medic 5 call in responding on the confusion. But as i’m working on one patient, i hear the sounds of a 200 watt Whelen 295-HFon yelp, punctuated by the unmistakeable sound of a grover stuttertone. I look up, and see medic 5 coming at me down the wrong side of the street, laying on the horn as the few cars that got past the accident make a mad dash to pull over from him. The cop who just pulled up has this incredulous look on his face. Sort of a combination between “that blooming idiot” and “why didnt i think of that?” The rig slows down and pulls into a blocking position between the wreck and the oncoming traffic, and as he kills the siren, you can hear Green Day “I Fought The Law (and the Law Won)” blasting thru the stereo speakers. Quite an ironic song for one of the more ironic employees of the company. I cant see him, but i’ve rode with him enough times to know exactly what he’s doing in the driver’s seat. One hand on his portable radio calling in, while the other hand has the red powerade for one last swig. Gloves pulled out of his pocket, and the stethoscope swung around his neck. He adjusts his cap as he surveys the scene, probably with some manner of sarcastic remark. Then he picks out one patient and directs his attention to them. I’m about to switch to another patient when i hear the squeal of brakes as some yuppie SUV owner didnt notice the accident and almost causes one of his own. I see the Saber R being flung in the general direction of the SUV now peeling off and away from the scene, and without skipping a beat, he’s down for another set of vitals. His usual partner, pulls her gloves off and shouts to him to get the stretcher. Her patient is more critical. Without hesitation, he’s got a c-collar on his arm, and the stretcher and a backboard behind him. Some of the arriving hose jockeys move to go help them, and the patient is loaded. I hear her shout to him as hanging off the back bumper about to climb in the truck. “Hey! NO CURBS!” He climbs into the driver’s seat, hits tone 3, gives the Grover’s a good blast, and narrowly misses the curb as they pull out…”
-Andy’s blog 3-22-04
He defends the weak and abused… wait, are we talking about JP or Jarrod?
Who the fuck is Jarrod?
The Pretender… jeeze, watch TV more often. Anyway. Yeah. What she said.
-Lanie