Doug Curtis, 43, of 70 Fairmont Avenue doesn't describe himself as very goal-oriented. Rather, he says he's more of a 'meager beaver' than a go-getter.
"Yeah, uh, whatever." seems to be his daily mantra.
Curtis was able to demonstrate his newfound "passion" at a recent house fire. He arrived, half-eaten box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts in hand, to 626 Euclid Avenue, a mere forty-two minutes after the blaze had been brought under control by the Newark Fire Department.
Curtis tugged on a neon-yellow safety vest borrowed by neighbor and Wal Mart employee Jess Runnels and offered up the three remaining sour cream crullers.
"Hey guys, brought some, uh, refreshments."
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Hardened glances from the EMTs carefully tending to the lifeless body of homeowner Muriel Sykes followed.
"O-M-G. Is she, like, dead?"
Curtis then dropped the box, and ran for the bushes, holding back his stomach contents in vain.
"He shows up an hour late, with a wrinkly bag of Cheetos, some flat Diet Dr. Peppers, and thinks he's some kind of hero?" shrugged police sergeant Hiawatha Cougar-Mellencamp "If that's the case, then remind me to give my good-for-nothing 14-year old son a medal when I get home tonight."